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NSC Official Poetry Competition: 'The Withdean Experience'

















Buck

Through & Through
Feb 18, 2009
278
Not Lewes Any More
The theatre of trees
For too long our home
But better than the Priestfield
Where we once had to roam

Facilities so poor
We were often so wet
But still some great memories
When the ball hit the net...

So we remember the Goldstone
And the clubs finest years
But when we walk out at Falmer
There'll be plenty of tears

Our fantastic new stadium
Coming out to our famous tune
Thanks to dedicated fans
And a legend, Tony Bloom
 


clapham_gull

Legacy Fan
Aug 20, 2003
25,310
Expensive snacks on a running track
Getting wet by a hammer net
Music by Castro (wearing a Poncho)
From the away end unseen, farewell my Withdean.
 






Sitting in an easy chair
Nothing touches hide nor hair
then it's time to get about
to someplace where they hear me shout
"Lump it forward, down the wing"
as many seagulls start to sing
the refs a wanker that's a fact
that's our boy the fat one hacked
at least the ball plays on the floor
and we're really knocking on the door
there's the lino what's his game?
one more offside, well that's a shame
at least we're pressing in attack
we'll soon get the initiative back
It looks like rain again by five
but this match just came to life
At last - the ball is in the net!
I don't care if I get wet
Can we hear the north stand sing?
we got 3 points and that's the main thing
to our new home from where we'll thrive
Remember - Withdean kept our dream alive
 




hans kraay fan club

The voice of reason.
Helpful Moderator
Mar 16, 2005
61,295
Chandlers Ford
The Withdean Experience, how best to convey?
To sit in the rain, twenty four quid we'd pay.

The PA was awful, the catering poor
Row S in block U had a hole in the floor.

The away fans complained that they barely could see
Don't know they were born - least their ponchos were free.

Watched a real mix of players - had hopes for them all,
But for each Paul McShane there was one Shane McFaul.

A fortress to start with, it went horribly wrong
T'was a home back in Brighton, but for ten years too long.

We had our good times there, though more often poor
At least 'til that day that Gus walked through the door.

So as we move onwards, I beg of you please
Raise your glasses my friends, to the Theatre of Trees.
 








gnjd_85

Member
May 19, 2009
94
Perhaps some Haiku is called for.


Trains make loud noises
Louder than crowd moaning on
"We cannot sing with no roof"


*

Away sub warms up
Nearly falls in long jump pit
Alone worth the entry fee


*


Theatre of trees where
We used to be fairly crap
Now Barca of league one though
 






Barrel of Fun

Abort, retry, fail
Started off enthusiastically, but interesed waned. Muck like our tenure at Withdean. Poetry is dull. I've never really enjoyed it. I find a lot of it pretentious.

Albion return,
from their endeavours in Kent.
Brighton are home
But how much spent?

Withdean nimbies,
tried their best.
We’re coming home,
don the bullet proof vest.

Caravans, mattresses, obsolete fridges,
Replaced with trees, time to build some bridges.
Forest at home, the sun is shining.
Gillingham gone. There’ll be no pining.

Stags destroyed,
Albion buoyed.
Withdean was home,
And home was good.

Bobby Z lead,
the opposition bled.
Championships came,
Falmer soon, it’s said.

The Sportsman’s good,
if you like to queue.
Packed with away fans,
akin to a zoo.

Time has passed,
and the south stand creaks.
Rocketman's gone,
We’re counting down the weeks.

Falmer is rising,
the teams surpising.
Amex looks grand,
The promised land.
 
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Bry Nylon

Test your smoke alarm
Helpful Moderator
Jul 21, 2003
19,844
Playing snooker
Ten years in the pouring rain
Nursing a half time cuppa
f*** this for a game of soldiers
Bring on the West Stand Upper
 
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