With hand on heart,
I pledge myself to th Barclays Premier League.
I will live, breath and sweat football.
Enforcing my views on my kid like my father before me.
Marching onward,
filled with pride, courage, meat and gravy.
Whether in my castle or th secret grounds,
my cries will be heard from stand, to shining stand.
The better half may complain,
th sofa will groan,
my team maybe defeated,
but I shall stand tall,
like a polyester beacon of hope,
there for th lads,
watching,
waiting,
all for th chance to bask in th light,
of three points.

It's great to be here.






Its a definite sincere and genuine, my feelings for you. It has always been that way ever since...