There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

(to the tune of Someone’s Got a Hold of My Heart)

The moon is rising over Ashton Gate

I feel the breath of a storm

Something’s gonna happen tonight

You go inside and stay warm,

Sidwell will score from 50 yards

I can see it in his stare

And they’ll raise his shirt up high

To show how much they care

 

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

You, you, you, you

Yeah, you can’t stop Knockaert

 

Remember that time in the city of steel

When the Wednesday hoodoo crashed

Knocky mesmerized the full back

The Owls knew that they’d been thrashed,

No one thought it would happen like this

When Norwich came to town

Murray helped himself in a game of bliss

And Knocky chipped their clown

 

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

You, you, you, you

Yeah, you can’t stop Knockaert

 

A low strike against Rotherham and Reading

The winner against Huddersfield

Just like a party at a wedding

When Knocky made Forest yield,

Some say football is important

More than your seat in the stand

But those words they are transportant

As together we hold his hand

 

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

There’s no-one who can stop Knockaert

You, you, you, you

Yeah, you can’t stop Knockaert

 

 

 

Poem: Future Comfort

Sweet gentleness

Your name is life

It surrounds my being

Cuts like a knife

Cascades and unfolds

In all that I do

The love that surrounds me

And the friendships too

I watch the rain fall

And the winter does grip

But your warmth it envelops

So nothing will slip

Risk and perspective

Valour and pain

Is marked here forever

Though death does remain

So fear not my love

As we walk up that road

Stronger than ever

Let me carry your load

And we come now full circle

To the top of the hill

And hold hands together

Brave blood to spill

For love is not blinded

And neither is truth

As my tale unfolds gently

Our own fountain of youth.