EVEREST, THE HARD WAY Just ninety extra minutes Just one more game to play And when we win at Wembley It’s Everest, the hard way
Those long dreamed dreams of glory Are now one game away Within our reach, within our grasp Like Everest, the hard way
It’s time we should feel lucky It’s time to have our say It’s time win against the odds Like Everest, the hard way
All for one and for all We’re here and here to stay No such things as easy games Everest, the hard way
We’ve struggled and we’ve sweated We’ve battled and we’ve won Looking to the future Let’s hope it’s just begun
Let’s give the blues the blues And prove that skies aren’t grey Let’s reach the top victorious Everest, the hard way
Paul Cookson (poet with ukulele) phoned to share with me his Cup Final Poem. It's a good description of the way it feels for us now, after the journey we've had to Wembley: having overcome Liverpool, Middlesborough, Aston Villa, Man United and, as David Moyes didn't fail to mention, 'Macclesfield on a rainy January' to get to the Cup Final. Paul may be taking part in the coverage of the game, possibly, giving a fan's view on a cable TV channel. If so he'll have plenty of great material to share with them, much of it having been recognised over recent years by the club and people around it. Plenty of other Everton poems on his revamped website. And while you're there do check out Paul's very excellent set of Slade beermats (print them out; use them around the house).
Pic: My bedroom window, banner and t-shirt ready for the occasion. Thanks Diana. From my Flickr photostream
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