Post by Cheerleader on Aug 25, 2023 9:53:41 GMT
A victory song that floats through the lane, like a cherry mist, rolls over the mountain tops, like crimson thunder! A cherry storm is coming to the gates of Alder Lane! Close your eyes and feel the breath on the back of your necks. Because that’s every man, woman and child in this old land standing there with you at your backs. That’s the people of Parbold, your people! Feel their breath quickening with yours. Hear their blood drumming in your ears, pounding through your heart, bursting through your chest. That’s the blood of Parbold, your blood, cherry as the ancient book of dreams. Cherry as the rising flag of The Stocks Tavern. Cherry as the great wall of Gwalia. Because that’s what you carry with you, boys!
Across many years, across half the span of South Lancashire. It’s there, on your chest. It’s there, at your back. It’s there, at your side. They always say, we are too small, too slow, too weak, too full of fear, but fuck them all, you sons of Lupton! With that cherry wall around us, we are still here!
ONE. MORE. YEAR!!
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Across many years, across half the span of South Lancashire. It’s there, on your chest. It’s there, at your back. It’s there, at your side. They always say, we are too small, too slow, too weak, too full of fear, but fuck them all, you sons of Lupton! With that cherry wall around us, we are still here!
ONE. MORE. YEAR!!