Slipperduke
The Camden Cad
Come on now, let’s see those chins off the ground. This is what supporting Southend is all about, isn’t it? Agony, frustration and the feeling that the world is ganging up on you? That’s what we do. Ain’t none of us here who signed up for success, glory and blanket coverage on Sky Sports.
We’re Southend United. We’ve been brassic before, we’ve been crap before and we’ve been in the Fourth Division before. We’ll survive, we always do. We’ll come back brighter and, when we do, we’ll hold this memory close to our hearts like the spoils of war. They’ll be streaming out the aisles at The Emirates, fuming at a 0-0 draw, or whinging and whining at White Hart Lane because of a missed penalty, but we’ll know the real meaning of failure and that will make every future glory all the sweeter. This is proper football, away from the glitz and hype of an unbalanced Premier League filled with smarmy multi-millionaire teenagers and hysterical radio phone-ins.
And you know what? Let’s ease up on Ron. Do you think he wants this? Do you really think it’s in his interests to see Southend slide from the second division to the fourth? He’s staking his career on this football team. It’s all gone titsy on his watch, and for that he will be held culpable, but the personal attacks and vengeful rants aren’t really helping anyone.
We’ll always be Southend, whether we’re in the stadium watching them, or sat at home clutching the radio, or marooned in a far off land tapping F5, or even sat in the pressbox at Stamford Bridge trying not dwell on what just happened at The Memorial Stadium.
We’ve got Steve Tilson, a man who lives and breathes this football club. We’ve got a handful of good young players and we’ve got a shirt still worth wearing with pride.
But if that’s not good enough then listen to this chap, who knows a bit about underdogs. He puts it all much better….
This story shall the good Shrimper teach his son
And the end of season shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world.
But we in it shall be remembered ;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he today that watches Southend with me shall be my brother ;
be he ne'er so vile, Tarquin, I‘m looking in your direction, this day shall gentle his condition :
And gentlemen in Essex now a-watching Liverpool
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us towards the end of the 2009/10 season
We’re Southend United. We’ve been brassic before, we’ve been crap before and we’ve been in the Fourth Division before. We’ll survive, we always do. We’ll come back brighter and, when we do, we’ll hold this memory close to our hearts like the spoils of war. They’ll be streaming out the aisles at The Emirates, fuming at a 0-0 draw, or whinging and whining at White Hart Lane because of a missed penalty, but we’ll know the real meaning of failure and that will make every future glory all the sweeter. This is proper football, away from the glitz and hype of an unbalanced Premier League filled with smarmy multi-millionaire teenagers and hysterical radio phone-ins.
And you know what? Let’s ease up on Ron. Do you think he wants this? Do you really think it’s in his interests to see Southend slide from the second division to the fourth? He’s staking his career on this football team. It’s all gone titsy on his watch, and for that he will be held culpable, but the personal attacks and vengeful rants aren’t really helping anyone.
We’ll always be Southend, whether we’re in the stadium watching them, or sat at home clutching the radio, or marooned in a far off land tapping F5, or even sat in the pressbox at Stamford Bridge trying not dwell on what just happened at The Memorial Stadium.
We’ve got Steve Tilson, a man who lives and breathes this football club. We’ve got a handful of good young players and we’ve got a shirt still worth wearing with pride.
But if that’s not good enough then listen to this chap, who knows a bit about underdogs. He puts it all much better….
This story shall the good Shrimper teach his son
And the end of season shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world.
But we in it shall be remembered ;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he today that watches Southend with me shall be my brother ;
be he ne'er so vile, Tarquin, I‘m looking in your direction, this day shall gentle his condition :
And gentlemen in Essex now a-watching Liverpool
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us towards the end of the 2009/10 season
