To dream the impossible dream

To fight the unbeatable foe
To strive when your arms are too weary
To run where the brave dare not go.
This is our quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause.

On the ball City. Beat those who empty our refuse, and I won't mind losing at Wembley because a great day out was had at Cardiff many moons ago and we all know the Prem has strangled proper footy to within a choking gasp of it's limping life. Never mind the danger. From GC.

Posted By: Grans_Canary, May 15, 22:43:47