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The last printed Where were you at the Shay? was a celebration edition following Stan Ternent's championship in 1997. It was never meant to be the last one, it just sort of happened that way. We'd laughed and moaned through several seasons and when all of a sudden you've been to Wembley and then had two consecutive promotions it seemed a little churlish to keep complaining.

Of course if we'd known what was to follow we'd have probably kept going, two seasons in the (real) 2nd division - now the Championship to those of you under 15 - the fall of Hugh Eaves, SOS, administration, BASE (remember them?), relegations, not to mention the combined mismanagement of Messers Warnock, Preece, Barrow and Casper have all gone without the barbed but considered comment of WWYATS?

In the world of the internet it is difficult, if not verging on the impossible, to produce a football fanzine that is reactive to current issues and come up with a different view, as dozens of people will have posted their thoughts on the message board(s) of their choosing within moments of them becoming common knowledge.

Hopefully this blog will allow the old team to sharpen its claws again, without the need to stand outside Gigg Lane in all weathers working out if we've broken even on the latest edition, and maybe even allow a new contributor or two to raise their head and have a say. The old favourites will be resurrected and a few new ones developed, and there'll be an opportunity for some WWYATS? gold with some classics from the old fanzines posted up for your enjoyment again.

Thanks for visiting, please pop back regularly and enjoy the blog.

Up The Shakers.

Sunday 30 March 2008

WWYATS? Gold.

In issue 13 the Gigg Lane Rock Lyrics section featured this brilliant parody of 'A Town called Malice'.

With the unmentionables from Horwich heading downwards again at last, it's a good time to give it another airing.

A Town Called Bolton

Better stop dreaming of the premier league
Cos its the one you'll never know
The only way you'll leave division one
is to drop back down below.
Stop fantasizing about things you'll never do,
its a better that 12 months from now
we'll see you in division 2
In a town called Bolton.

Rows and rows of disused seats
in your old graet lever stand.
And you talk of ground improvements
Is another supermarket planned?
So you got promotion
did a bus tour round the town,
but your time in division one is short
'cos this year you're going down.
In a town called Bolton.

Struggle after struggle
Year after Year.
Then you bought half of Bury's team
and they moved you up a gear.
In a town called Bolton.

In the embankment rain,
our view of the game
gets dashed against the Co Op.
But we're tanked on beer and we always cheer
'Cos we've stuffed the buggers again.
In a town called Bolton.

The ghost of Wanderers victory
Lost in your great grandfathers brain,
It's over 70 years ago
since their league win at Gigg lane.
But our annual Burnden victory
Well we all remember this,
I could go on for hours and probably will
'Cos I love to take the piss
Out of a town called Bolton.

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