Up the Ghosts! (Report Rhymes)

Pitch was hungry, Clipbush Park

Ready for the first

Home league match and out the traps

Ghosts at speed did burst:

Bar was rattled, Wattsy caused

Headaches from the start,

A trip - pen - and from the spot

Like a Smithy dart

Low left: BANG! One nil to Town

Then a Wattsy strike

Smashed the bar which still shakes now

It was Haaland-like!

Brantham's curled shot clipped the post,

In the second, Ghosts

Thought they'd do more haunting and

Like plump crispy roasts

They delivered tasty treats

Some neat link up play

Saw young Whiteley in on goal...

Sweetest shot he'd spray...

Finished nicely to the left

And not too long later

Wattsy beat his man: handball -

Pen served like a waiter

With great pleasure, three nil Ghosts

Beazer up top caused

Problems for the Brantham lads

Which was never paused!

Fourth goal saw a free-kick fly

20 yards out slick

Round the wall to kiss the net:

Myhill's magic trick!

A fab team performance which

Pleasured watching eyes,

Next up its the FA Cup

Let's cause a surprise...

Rushden & Diamonds play here

Get down if you can,

Cheer on Cunners and his team

Passion - they don't ban!

F.A. Cup day, Clipbush Park

Rushden came to town

With their Diamonds but they'd have

No jewel in their crown!

Tall and solid, outskilled though

By Ghosts in the mid,

Who - to a man - battled hard

Passion never hid.

Wattsy stretched defenders so

Much they nearly snapped,

Big Cam, beast-like, bossed the pitch

And the door Town rapped...

20 minutes, open it

Did through Whiteley's boot:

Classy finish - bottom right

Net rasped - what a beaut!

1-0 at the break, the ground

Buzzed as hot food flew

Through the stands as fans prepared

For half number 2!

Rushden were quick out the traps

But Ghosts fought on brave,

Pearson, when called made a string

Of calm first class saves.

Mitch played Wattsy down the right,

A ball low across

Rushden's goal mouth cleaned it out

Full like dental floss:

Defence was extracted, so

Close, Ben Terry's shot

Palmed away and as the clock

Ticked on - squeaky bott!

Every Ghost dug deep, in fact

Monty Don would be

Proud of how deep the lads dug

For their victory!

Ref's lips hovered, then the sound:

Frantic whizzed the pea;

Town had done it! What a win!

One big haunting spree!

Ghosts have now been drawn away:

Hornchurch are the team;

Two leagues higher, but the club

Have a right to dream!

Lights were beaming, Ghosts were up

For revenge, they'd haunt

Heacham all night long, although

Magpies first would taunt:

Tasty balls across the box

Could not be gulped town,

And a cross from Fletcher Toll -

Smashed home, but not down...

On half-time, deservedly

From a corner kick

Fraser Fielder, with his nut

Fired back quite quick!

Just before, Finn Whiteley's feet

Danced, John Barnes on speed,

And his shot flashed inches wide...

Second half - the feed!

Soon enough Ghosts were in front

Terry's turn to score!

Next up Tana, off the bench

Made the home crowd roar!

Great strike! And then Mr Socks

Ran off once again...

Wattsy slotted home a move:

Ghost fans went INSANE!

A group celebration, which

Saw big Sturmo sneak

A cheeky drink from the crowd...

What a blinding week:

4-1 full-time, next up it's

Norwich U. away;

Let's haunt on and cause some fuss

Let the Ghosties play!

Ghosts haunted Plantation Park,

Chances grew and grew,

Wattsy's skill and deft chip saw

Guyton's head go 'WHOOOOO!'

One nil, most deserved, the link

Up play neat, class balls

Caused the Planters havoc, as

Town set out their stalls.

In the second: Guyton found

Beazer who played through

Wattsy, who would slot home calm

To score number two!

Rain then hammered for a spell

Ghosts caused spooks galore,

Bilham made some decent saves

To keep out 3, 4...

Then, against the run of play

Trip... Cheap penalty;

Hayden, on his debut: goal;

Next, mayhem we'd see...

Bilham sent off for the hosts

Studs up - red was raised,

Chances kept on flowing but

Golden path unpaved!

Hayden's curler, saved by Luke

Pearson, who in pain

Played on after injury

The lead - we'd attain!

Pearson wobbled, Pearson swayed

But determined , he

Battled hard like Ghosties do

To earn victory!

Next Sat it's the F.A. Cup

Hornchurch we shall haunt,

And with 5 wins on the bounce

This tough task shan't daunt!