Album Of Memories

[Bentley Bullet]

Just came across this beauty on Facebook. Get the tissues out!

https://youtu.be/UAgt6uRMHC0?si=mmwj0WyzwYYUgD0G

[Reg of the Rovers]

Just came across this beauty on Facebook. Get the tissues out!

https://youtu.be/UAgt6uRMHC0?si=mmwj0WyzwYYUgD0G

You need to be clearer when you’re sharing a video and saying ‘get the tissues out’ to avoid disappointment in the future!

[belton rover]

Just came across this beauty on Facebook. Get the tissues out!

https://youtu.be/UAgt6uRMHC0?si=mmwj0WyzwYYUgD0G

You need to be clearer when you’re sharing a video and saying ‘get the tissues out’ to avoid disappointment in the future!

Reminds me of my favourite Gary Delaney joke:

I was watching this weird porn film the other night. It was just a bloke having a w**k and crying. Then I realised I hadn’t turned the telly on.

[Dutch Uncle]

Very good and moving BB.

My effort is a bit long, but you have given me an excuse to put it up - adapted version of American Pie - The Day that Belle Vue Died

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how the Rovers used to make me smile
And I knew if they took their chance
That they could make us fans all dance
And maybe we'd be happy for a while

But February made us shiver
With every loss that they'd deliver
Bad news in the boardroom
I couldn't take all that gloom

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about her burnt Mainside
But something touched me deep inside
The day that Belle Vue died

So bye-bye, my Belle Vue popside
Drove from Bessie to the Chessie, but the Chessie was dry
And them Rovers fans were drinkin' gallons and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that they score
This'll be the day that they score"

Did you write the book of rules
And do you have faith in FFP
If the FL tells you so?
Now do you believe in KM3
Can football save your sanity
And can you teach me how to drink real tea?

Well, I know that you're in love with Sean
'Cause I saw you boiling cups till dawn
You both dipped bags in twos
Man, I dig those Tetley hot brews

I was a lonely teenage full-on flirt
With an old Ford Escort and a Rovers shirt
But I knew I was full of hurt
The day that Belle Vue died

So bye-bye, my Belle Vue popside
Drove from Bessie to the Chessie, but the Chessie was dry
And them Rovers fans were drinkin' gallons and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that they score
This'll be the day that they score"

Now for eight years we've been in our Moat
And grass grows not on a sandy coat
But that's not how it used to be
When  Jeffrey scored on the billiard green
With wonder goals buried at BV
To a scream that came from you and me

Oh, and while the King was looking down
Theo Streete did steal his heady crown
The old ground was adjourned
No replay was returned

And while Penney dropped in Marks and Sparks
A quartet practiced in Hyde Park
And we crossed caseys in the dark
The day that Belle Vue died

So bye-bye, my Belle Vue popside
Drove from Bessie to the Chessie, but the Chessie was dry
And them Rovers fans were drinkin' gallons and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that they score
This'll be the day that they score"

Helter skelter in a Saunders swelter
The ball flew up with a hoofball belter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed full on the grass
Between our back four who missed the pass
With Rob Jones on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was foul and fume
While the Vikettes played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field
The Football League refused to yield
The Takeover was never sealed
The day that Belle Vue died

So bye-bye, my Belle Vue popside
Drove from Bessie to the Chessie, but the Chessie was dry
And them Rovers fans were drinkin' gallons and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that they score
This'll be the day that they score"

Oh, and there we were in ninety-eight
With relegation on our plate
With no cash left to start again
So come on, no fat goalies, play the game
Please don't flash with your lighter flame
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that ars'nist's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw the man laughing with delight
The day that Belle Vue died

He was singin'
Bye-bye, my Belle Vue Mainside
Drove from Bessie to the Chessie, but the Chessie was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryes
Singin' "This'll be the day that it fries
This'll be the day that it fries"

I met a man who watched the Blues
And I begged him for some happy news
But he just smiled and turned away
I went to read the Leicester score
But  I'd known the result for days before
And all along the Brummies wouldn't play

And in the streets, the fans all screamed
The players cried, the board still dreamed
No Takeover was spoken
The fans' hearts all were broken

And the three men I admire most
That's JR, Copps and Alick's ghost
Were at the last match she did host
The day that Belle Vue died

And they were singin'
Bye-bye, My Belle Vue, my pride
Drove from Bessie to the Chessie, but the Chessie was dry
And them Rovers fans were drinkin' John Smiths and Fries
Singin' "This'll be the day that it dies
This'll be the day that it dies"

[roversdude]

Brilliant DU

[Bentley Bullet]

That is superb, Dutch. I couldn't read that without singing it.

[Dutch Uncle]

Thanks Dude, BB. The genius is entirely in the original song, and I just tweaked a few words here and there.

[scawsby steve]

Bloody hell, Dutch, when it comes to lyrics you'd give Bernie Taupin a run for his money.

[Dutch Uncle]

Bloody hell, Dutch, when it comes to lyrics you'd give Bernie Taupin a run for his money.

Not really Steve - I need someone to write the original song first that I can muck around with