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FA Cup poem 2015

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in Football

Dear Halifax, we're sorry we took your place
We stole your clothes, we assumed your face
We were too wrapped up in our blessed promotion
To see you slip past us, wracked with emotion

Down to the Conference you plunged like lemmings
We just wanted to touch Tony Hemmings
I never once heard any empathy go down
"God, I hope they're OK." "Who?" "Halifax Town."

15 years later, we were doing alright
A pair of cup semis, an aggressive red kite
But Halifax slipped into dark liquidation
Rebuilt, but much lower, like an underground station.

You've done alright since, fifth tier and rising
And now comes the chance for something surprising
We've come to pay penance for attitude past
Our capacity for nostalgia refreshingly vast

But hang on a minute, this isn't charity
We don't need a replay so forget about parity
Could do with a TV game in the third round
Patronised by the telly at our home ground

So yeah, good luck and that, all the best
But now you're facing the ultimate test
22 years in the league, we're giants of the game
We're Wycombe, we haunt you, no escape from our name.

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