Our New Home

Our New Home There is a rainbow over the stadium, Team colours, Claret and Amber Gold. A place that holds so many memories, and the stories, that have been told. As a lad, watched all the greats here, Those boys wore their shirt with pride. I loved to be close to my heroes, Shout encouragement down at pitch side. Feeling sad as I sit in the South stand, The ground is left derelict and forlorn. The sound of the crowd has long gone, No more heroes or greats will be born. Closing my eyes I’d remember, Those magical days in the cup. The sweat and the tears and the joy, of the year that we almost went up. Our new home is out of town, Purpose built, pristine and vain. A place that lacks the emotion, Executives drinking champagne. Times change, I must accept this, The rich men have stolen my dream. My Claret and Amber days are over, as I finally say goodbye to my team.