Flicker's rallying call for Saturday

Once more onto the bus, dear fans, once more;
Or open the forum up with an MK Dons thread.
In the stadium there's nothing so becomes a fan
As modest boasting and humility:
But when the kick off whistle blows in your ears,
Then imitate the action brought on by lager;
Stiffen the chords, summon up the songs,
Disguise fair nature with hard sung chants;
Then give the home fans a terrible abusing;
Let fly through the hole in your head
Like the brassy Northerner; let the songs overwhelm them
As fearfully as a defeat
Over sing and scare his confounded team,
Amid the Milton Keynes roundabouts.
Now grind the teeth and stretch the lips wide,
Hold hard the shout and bend every tongue
To it's full length. On, on, you noblest Barnsley fan.
Whose blood is got from memories of Glavin!
Fans that, like so many others,
Have in these parts from Hillsborough to Bramall Lane fought
And bombarded their forums for a good argument:
Dishonour not your town; now attest
That those whom you called players did beguile you.
Be in awe now to men in red shirts,
And roar them on to win. And you, good fan,
Whose limbs were made in Barnsley, show us here
The mettle of your ardour; let us swear
That you are worth your ticket; which I doubt not;
For there is need of you to help finish the race,
With a noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like caged lions on your feet,
Straining upon the whistle. The game's afoot:
Follow your team, and upon this charge
Cry 'Good luck for the lads, Barnsley, and Flicker!'

Or summat like that!!!!

 

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