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A White Knuckle Ride

Itís been said before and I must concur
Watching the Shots is a roller coaster
A white-knuckle ride, not for faint hearted
Thereís no going back once weíve started

We lurch down with our hearts on the floor
Oh what weíd give for a player who can score
Things canít get worse, and then they do
It seems eleven players are making their debut

Then we race skywards like a screaming jet
Everything we try hits the back of the net
We are on fire and we start to fly
Like beating Woking and itís live on Sky

But we at the Shots are loyal supporters
We treat triumph and disaster as two impostors
We donít wear glasses with a rosy tint
We know itís a marathon, not a sprint

We realise things are not always splendid
The pre-season didnít go as we had intended
So when it doesnít go according to plan
We know the fans need to be the twelfth man

So lets get behind the red n blue
As the lady once said ďLets be Ďaving youĒ
We know itís never boring watching our side
Strap yourself in, itís gonna be one helluva ride


Written after Aldershot slumped to the bottom of the Conference in the early season 2005

 

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