POEM OF THE DAY
Down Burnley way, Turf Moor we went, three points was always our intent. We aimed to make it three from three, these days that’s such a rarity. We got about them, bared our teeth, and played with quite a bit belief. We got a break come early doors, as one of Burnley’s own did score. But sometimes that’s how luck is served, you sometimes get what you deserve.
And not much more was on the clock, when cheers would galvanise our flock.
For doubled was the lead we’d held. It looked like Burnley would be felled.
But hold the front page, stop the press, they pulled one back to up the stress.
And pressed up for the game’s last third, as from the Geordie’s groans were heard.
But no we’re made of sterner stuff, we dug in deep and hung in tough.
And when the whistle finally blew, our boys received what they were due.
Three precious points to lift our Toon. wa looking up instead of soon!!