Ebbsfleet in Europe

[keb mo]

i think there will be some badges left at the ground.

 

as promised the great poet of our age has delivered some verses to celebrate the game.i dont think Mr Tainant is in cheerful mode at this point of the season.

 

Sun sets over

Mount Minera.

A darkness falls

Across my heart.

 

The BSP

Stands cold and bleak.

Stands bleak and cold

Not warm and nice

 

Ebbsfleet United,

rich and powerful.

From Kent-shire I think,

Tho I may be wrong.

 

Where Dickens set

his greatest work.

Tho Mrs T

Prefers Bleak House.

 

A long trek up north

By road & railway.

Great Expectations

Sustain their spirits.

 

To North East Wales

The home of football.

The first time that

our clubs have met.

 

In the shadows

of Mount Minera.

Our hopes and dreams

unite our tribes.

 

And as I gaze

Into my soul

Simon Whalley

Scores a goal.

 

Scores a goal

Or two or three.

One will do

Im not greedy

 

The sun has set

Across the mountain.

And yet the cold

Still chills my heart.