We realise that us publishing this is a little self-indulgent, but The Spurs Poet did such a cracking, goosepimple inducing, job that we couldn’t not share it with you.
Now and then we get a buzz
Of something in the air
We really let the world pass by
We do not have a care
But together we can conquer
As the Tottenham masses unite
Maribor the enemy
On a cold Thursday night
It was a stark contrast
To a game played at the Lane
Only a few days earlier
When the boos we could not tame
But this is not the first time
That a group has been all the talk
Next Gen games and this one
Kudos to The Fighting Cock
Bringing back the passion
And voices to be heard
Loving the shirt forever
To boo would be absurd
Huge success it turned out to be
With a noise rapturous and grand
We sing what we want we sing what we want
From a corner of the stand
Glory glory and super Jan
And plenty of arse scum stick
Yiddo yiddo yiddo yiddo
For the Peter Herbert prick
Lloris and Andre gave them a wave
And Stefan Freund loves me
And on the stroke of 26 minutes
The echo of ohh Ledley
Many more songs to be heard
I hope this will run again
And the boys from The Fighting Cock
Arouse the Lane again
No matter how we did that night
If we had have lost or went on to draw
Passion at its finest
True supporters supporting raw
So Fighting Cock I salute you
And for every fan who sang loud
1882 project again
Take a bow and be very proud
And it all boils down to one love
Through the pain and all the hurt
Support our beloved Tottenham
And always love the shirt
