Wind splattered, hoof battered, Brantham away
Saw the Shannocks find a way:
Forshaw's 20+ yard screamer
Blotched the hosts like spilt Ribena!
Shezza had a stonewall pen
Waved away, with left - but 10.
Nelly, ease-filled, round their keeper:
Ref and lino - like a sleeper!
But the Shez train charged on proud,
Cheered on by their Ultras: loud!
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Tuesday night, extra chilly
Shez gave Ultras one big thrilly!
Thetford, current Prem Div leaders
Would soon act like tortured pleaders!
Shez arranged - like a pro florist
Thetford's petals - and their forest
Was chopped down with one sharp axe,
Although, our first half attacks
Came to nowt. A lengthy strike
Up our passions then would hike...
1-0 down - how?! - at the break,
But our venom, like a snake
Soon would paralyse Town, though
Now called Theftford, 'til the flow
Could not be dammed. On it poured
And, like lions, Shannocks roared:
Tim's class touch and sweetest poke
At last! Town's defence was broke!
And, Tim's free-kick minutes later
Buried Town in one deep crater!
Off the wall it smashed - to Lane
Who sent Ultras mad! Insane!
Cool strike past the keeper, which
Was deserved: each inch of pitch
Shezza bossed. They caused much trouble
As they did the cheeky double!
- - - -
An Ely, Ely, Ely, Ely
Scrappy, soggy game
Saw the Shannocks grind a win
And the one goal came:
Through a brill Tim penalty,
Smithy's cross: handball;
Cary hammered low and left
Confident and cool.
Just before the break 1-0,
Ely hit the bar
And the post, their goalkeeper
Played well over par:
2 top saves from Jamie Smith
Kept the score to 1,
But a good 3 points once more;
Shez got their job done!