Should we win the FA Cup this May,
It will mean we've played all ties away,
Only one team has done this before,
And saved Fergie from the exit door,
It will happen again, one day,
Hopefully this year on the 25th of May.

As predicted by Mick Jagger, the Fortune Teller, Toon's performance today was really quite stellar, And he got Satisfaction in getting the score right, He's writing a new song, Paint it Black and White, No Sympathy for the Devil nor the Makems too, Standing in the Shadow is all they can do, No Expec...

For a short while the whole thing bloomed, Now normal service has seemingly resumed, Thankfully we're well above the drop-zone, Because the defence seem rather accident prone, Eddie Howe will not find it surprising, To feel the barometric pressure rising, In a perceived downward spiral, Questions an...

Tony Mowbray shown the door, Ready to go in total uproar, Was he pushed or did he jump? He always was a bit of a grump, Behind closed doors was inclined, To say what was on his mind, Thought the owner was a tightwad, Not recruiting a more blended squad, Didn't want to rely on youth alone, Needed an ...

Saw the Cup draw, It made me guffaw, Sund'land away, Came out someway, Tie of round three, Pundits agree, There'll be Macken delight, At the Stadium of Light, A lower side's dream, To draw a Premier League team. Can you do one that foretells of Sunderland's destruction at the hands of Eddie Howe's ...

Saw the Cup draw,
It made me guffaw,
Sund'land away,
Came out someway,
Tie of round three,
Pundits agree,
There'll be Macken delight,
At the Stadium of Light,
A lower side's dream,
To draw a Premier League team.

Best ignore that logo on last season's shirt,
With the bookies its wise not to flirt,
As Sandro may find it isn't such fun,
Eighty-eight to one on, he'll get done,
And have to serve a lengthy ban,
For having a flutter on Milan,
Sadly he is not the first,
To fall into this whirlpool and be submersed.

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Twas brilliant, and the slithy Leeds, Did gyre and gimble and are on their way, All mimsy despite Sam's pleas, And the Spurs did them outplay, One, two! One, two! And through and through, The vorpal Kane went snicker-snack! He left them dead, Their defence did shred,...

The football gods do conspire, To put Leeds United in the mire, Some might say that is where they belong, Composing their Premier League swansong, But it ain't over until the fat lady sings, So first give the fire alarm a few desperate rings, And to really get Fireman Sam's attention, They should gi...

The Merry Go Round has been turning fast today, Both Potter and Rodgers are on their way, Brendan's stay at the King Power, Has this year turned at little sour, For Leicester relegation is looming, Time for the board to do some pruning, All so different two seasons ago, Basking in their FA Cup win a...

We won the Cup in fifty-five, What a time to be alive, Although aged just half a year, My recollection is crystal clear, A bowl of ground rice before the game, At that time most meals were the same, On the radio I listened in, Confident that the Toon would win, At the final whistle I was so happy, O...

Nathan Jones, Southampton Supremo no more, Packed his bag, walked down the hall, Striding slowly towards the exit door, By his own admission he could not enthral, Perhaps all he needed was a just little of time, From the league basement they had climb, But when Bednarek in his own goal put the ball,...

My dislike of Leeds has a firm foundation, Back to late January of seventy-five, And story of four lads still in education, From Sheffield to Leeds, a short drive, To Elland Road for a Cup game, One of the four was from Womble Land, There for the underdogs to acclaim, Knowing little chance they did ...

As the result of past deeds, I shall confess, I don't like Leeds, But setting personal feelings aside, A Marsch epilogue I shall provide, At Elland Road things got messy, For poor old head coach Jesse, No win since bonfire night, Fans starting to backbite, Fuelled by frustration, Of the looming spec...

Into the managerial boneyard, Everton have cast Frank Lampard, The board took their pruning shears, To the sixth manager in as many years, Like Koeman, Big Sam, Silva, Carlo and Rafa, Lamps is no longer their gaffer, Whilst a replacement is now awaited, Several names, by the media already, nominated...

WBA have said vamoose,
To manager, Steve Bruce,
October is the month that he fears,
And the sound of the owner's pruning shears,
At the Hawthorns they went snick-snack,
Sending Steve into the recycle sack,
Took them from fifth to twenty second,
Permanent retirement should now beckon.

Chris Wilder is off into the wilderness, Boro's slide he could not address, Thus this very short epilogue, As he departs the Land of Smog, As Wilder steps back into the light, Consider Bruno Lage's plight, Given the chop at Molineux, He joins the out of work queue, At Vicarage Road's managerial turn...

Refereeing from afar Otherwise known as VAR Initial decisions they will happily impugn Loftily given from the dark side of the moon Leaving all around bemused As perfectly good goal is refused Or when nanotechnology is applied Determining the striker's ear was offside The fallout from such intervent...

Three cheers, Hip Hip Hooray For newly appointed Tony Mowbray According to some on SMB Saltburn's answer to Bill Shankly But not all think he's right For the Stadium of Light Where coaching careers are often short Some get sacked, others abort Over the last ten years Several felt the pruning shears ...

Not a great day for those bosses Whose teams suffered nine-nil losses For Jack Ross up in verdant Dundee The writing on the wall was plain to see With yet another big rout No surprise he was heading out Scott Parker's assessment post match Loosened his trap-door safety catch But on this managerial m...