So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
We hate to go and leave this pretty site
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.
It was a day of celebration and reflection. Tears of joy and sadness flowed down from the stands as our very own miniature hero bade his final farewell. For the final time this season (we won’t be at Hillsborough) we mention some stuff about the game that you may also remember from watching it. If you were there.
Norwich City’s little master bids us farewell on Saturday, and the Little Yellow Bird is leading the Wesbutes. Zoë Whitford takes a look at the sadness of the occasion and the Hoolahan state of mind.
For when the One Great Scorer comes to mark against your name, he writes - not that you won or lost - but how you played the Game. From Alumnus football by Grantland Rice
Funeral Yellows (With apologies to WH Auden)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet. Till Cardiff come to Carrow Road, who hopefully we’ll defeat. Colin’s Cardiff Crew are up next at nFCR. What the bejesus will happen though? We don’t have a clue, but we have a guess.
Well, that was fun wasn’t it? The sun shone, the only rain was the torrent of goals, everyone was happy and Ipswich lost. The Villains were arrested and the good guys won for a change. Great success. But what happened and what did Zoë Whitford and Rich Jeffery learn from it?
The Aston Villa Ex-Canary Globetrotters roll into town this weekend for 90 minutes (plus time added on) of association football. Whatever happens we will finally get an answer to the burning question of whether Timm Klose or Steve Bruce has the bentest nose as those Canary CBs of past and present have a proper schnozz off.