Match Report
This day was call'd the feast of CrisTom.
He that travelled to Malvern this day, and came safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the names of Tom’s Newton and McDowall.
He that did travel this day, and age to Vets football,
Will yearly on the vigil feast turn to his fellow Ramblers,
And say "To-morrow is Saint CrisTom."
Then Nathan Wright will open his tome of battles past,
And say "These 5 goals I had on CrisTom's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Chris Kingy Kingsford, Ben and Chris Harrison,
Chris Hulme, Tim Hurst and the Hopkins Three
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Christopher Thomas 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 that shed 3 unanswered goals before the quarter hour
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen at Crosby or in bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
of those from 3-0 down did win 7-3 on Saint CrisTom's day.
