Please forgive this piece of self indulgence. My old friend, T U O'Malsah, inspired me to write it.
I don't give a chuff about Chesterfield,
And that Meadow Lane lot make me pee,
So with no more ado, it's the Amber and Blue,
Of The Stags, my Mansfield Town FC.
For 60 odd years I've supported,
Ups and downs like a prostitute's pants,
But I still get the thrill and I always will,
From the days of those old North Stand chants.
The best match for me was THAT cup game,
When we hammered the Hammers at t'Mill,
Geoff Hurst, Peters and Moore, but West Ham couldn't score,
Roberts, Keeley and Sharkey - three nil.
Then the dark clouds on Field Mill descended,
Years of heartache and torment and grief,
Oh yes what a scrote, that big hat, camel coat,
Of that bad Calver cowboy called Keef!
Then an old son of Mansfield came dawning,
Along Quarry Lane - that's not all,
New hope was secured, Stags existence insured,
From the Field Mill ground came the One Call.
One call to the great fans of Mansfield,
Let's be proud of the MTFC,
And let's silence the moaners, give thanks to our owners,
The Radfords - and Gaffer Steve E.
Dedicated to all Stags fans and to two very special people. My late and great friends Bob Maddison and Pete Passant.
Being a Stags fan never has a happy ending. Because being a Stags fan never ends.