A chilly winter’s afternoon
With Christmas on its way
Saw presents handed out early
In one gutsy display.
With only seconds on the clock
A truly world class strike
From Tim Cary – thirty yards out
Net-busted – Messi-like!
The Reds carved out chances galore
But then – a gruesome blot
Blighted the atmosphere as Fram
Scored with a fiery shot.
Step up, though, Mr No Nonsense
The hard man, Mr Boyce,
Who got stuck in and won a pen
Causing us to rejoice!
Tim Cary smashed from twelve yards out
The keeper made the save,
But Shannocks goal-king followed up:
Victory path he would pave!
Ice cold wind swept and floodlights beamed,
The second half kicked off,
Knees trembled and my ears picked up
Many a wheezy cough!
Young Smith dug deep and top scorer
Cary could have bagged more,
We had the key to Fram’s defence
And charged on through the door.
Somehow the game remained 2-1
Faces pulled in the stand,
Teeth grated hard and gasps billowed
And hair thinned strand by strand!
As time ticked on, the visitors
Determined – almost scored,
Then, at long last, man of the match
Boycey (The Rec Landlord)
Broke free and span and blasted home
Three points we would collect;
For Fram and fan Ed Sheeran this
Result was not Perfect!
Next week we are at home again
We welcome Haverhill,
If you can, visit Weybourne Road
You shall receive a thrill!
Sheringham F.C. 