I think it’s bad news for the Stationers We’re not creative enough, and we’re not positive enough It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home (We'll go on getting bad results) It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming Football's coming home Everyone seems to know the score, they've seen it all before They just know, they're so sure That Stationer’s gonna throw it away, gonna blow it away But I know they can play, 'cause I remember Five Roses on a shirt Jules Rimet still gleaming Twenty Two years of hurt Never stopped me

After last weeks last gasp win we travelled down to Weirside in what was the biggest early kick off game in the country that day forget the one at Wembley. Due to Power’s educational devotion we were forced into a change of shape opting for a 4-3-3. We were nearly ahead inside 10 seconds as Chalky gambled on Jackos long ball from kick off and lifted the ball over the onrushing goalkeeper but just over the bar. As we quickly then found out, the pitch was an absolute shocker. Little to no grass and very dry meaning the ball was bobbling all over the place. Weirside played the conditions better, looking for balls down the channel and into the big striker to get them up the pitch. They forc