Glamorous Nuneaton

Of all the places my tea has been eaten,
Few have been better than Nuneaton,
And as I travelled south last Friday night,
I hoped that things would at last go right,
For two defeats in a row had been suffered by we,
The mighty Chester City F.C.

Our first year in the Conference has blown hot and cold,
Moderate success from our side combining young and old,
And while several matches have been somewhat tame,
Others have been thrilling like this game,
But within minutes of the start of the proceedings for the night,
It was 1-0 to the Boro' boys in blue and white.

But these days City can find a way back,
And soon looked dangerous on the attack,
Mark Beesley's goal meant our deficit had gone,
Stevie Whitehall put us ahead, 2-1,
Boro' should have soon levelled from the spot,
But Peake failed to score with his tame shot.

The second half saw City survive an onslaught,
But every ball of danger, Brownie caught,
And three points were to be finally found,
In the humble surroundings of this ground,
For few experiences, light or dark,
Can beat my night out at Manor Park.

At uni in the Potteries I'll laugh and joke,
After all, Boro' did beat the mighty Stoke,
And provided Canvey Island are no trouble,
We'll have completed a unique double,
Of beating the two unfancied non-league teams,
Who shattered Stoke and Vale's F.A. Cup dreams.

Yet it is the FA Trophy occupying my mind,
For once each draw has been so kind,
And always been given a draw at home,
We're one round from Villa, a footballing dome,
So if we beat Canvey, we're at last in a final,
First time since before music was played on vinyl.