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'Fairy Tale of Sugden Road' for Sirens

14th December 2020

By Emma Dempsey

Sirens 1 - 0 Old Cranleighans Martlets

To the tune of 'Fairy Tale of New York'...


Last pre Christmas match babe

And we can only hope 

That in 2020+1,

We won't see another one (like that) 

So first the whistle blew

Pass back to start the game

We got our game faces on

As OCs did same.

 

Got on a lucky one –

We only scored the one, 

But we had a feeling

This game's for Surbiton

So Happy Christmas All, 

Love from the Sirens 

We can see a better time

When all our dreams come true. 

 

We had fresh astro pitch

We made tackles of gold

But their players ploughed through us

And it was bitterly cold

When Jo scored a great goal

Well the feeling was sweet 

And I knew that a Guinness* was waiting for me

*and substantial meal

 

It wasn't handsome or pretty

And conditions were... unpleasant

When their kicks went unnoticed 

We howled out for more

Their sticks they were swinging (high) 

Our supporters were singing

With the shoving and swearing 

It turned into a fight. 

 

The voices of the sideline choir

Were singing, "Try and just play, 

'Till the final whistle blows, 

For Sirens Day". 

 

It got rowdy and gobby

And it looked more like rugby

As they barrelled right through us

This just wasn't okay 

Dempsey got sweary: their stick tackles were lairy! 

But Victoria's choice words 

Earned her D*** of the Day. 

 

The voices of the sideline choir

Were singing, "Try and just play, 

'Till the final whistle blows, 

For Sirens Day". 

 

Our defence they stood strong, 

The second half it felt long

Amidst wave after wave

Of their furied attack

They'd two goals disallowed, 

Our resolve almost bowed

But we rallied each other 

And the mids covered back. 

 

The voices of the sideline choir

Were singing, "Try and just play, 

'Till the final whistle blows, 

For Sirens Day”. 

 

At the end of the day, 

We held on to the win

Though battles like that

Should belong in the past. 

With painted on smiles

We tapped sticks for a while

With a, "Well played (my a***) 

(I pray God it's our last)." 

 

The voices of the sideline choir

Were singing, "Hip hooray!" 

When final whistle blew, 

For Sirens Day.