Wemberrlleeeee

That proves it then, it ain't the gypsies, it's me. I'm the curse.

I fell in love with my Blues some fifty years ago, but this year

 I didn't renew my S/T, (many reasons for this) and what d'ya 

know, we get to a 'real' final, and I miss a very, very special

 night at Stans. I spent the night alone at 60a, pacing up and 

down the kitchen floor, chain-smoking and listening to radio

WM. I know it sounds daft, but I could feel the atmosphere,

and when the final whistle went I sank to my knees, fists

clenched, sweat in my eyes (brummies don't cry) and a stupid

grin on my face that is still there two days later.

   Of course the whole country doesn't want us to be there,

and the Arse are gonna stuff us 10-0, but hey, stuff 'em,

we're there, and we ain't just goin' for the 'day out, we're

goin' there to win, goin' there to piss everybody off.....

So here's a fellow bluenose doin' his stuff .........