“Why is it the Shots that we support”?
My Son one day did retort
“Why not one of those Premiership sides
With all the glory they would provide”?
Well my son, I replied
A lot of things could decide
Which team may receive our support
And here is maybe just a thought
It could be the famous East Bank
How I love it when we chant
And jump around and clap and sway
And sing, “Is that all you take away”?
The Red Flag will continue to fly
“If you ever get to Heaven when you die”
“No-one like us, No-one like us”
“Shut up, sit down, you are useless”!
Up goes the steady beat of the Drum
“Come on The Shots, Come ON!”
Can’t score? Then don’t you fret
The East Bank will suck the ball into the net!
Maybe its Sir Terry Brown’s way of play
A joy to be behold on a good day
And from his principles he never hides
To play the hoof-ball of other sides
Or it could be the Rec with its history so steep
Where our Grandad’s clapped their hands and stamped their feet
With rattles, wooden benches and rosettes
Cloth Caps and woodbine cigarettes
But at the end of the day, it is not our selection
Which team is going to receive our affection
My Son, what I say to you is true
It is the Shots that CHOOSES YOU!
So head up and don’t be dejected
Cause it is not many that have been selected
But you are one of the chosen few
To hold the torch for the Red and Blue
Sing it long and sing it proud
And you will stand out from the Crowd
Look each man square in the eye
And say, “I’m Aldershot…… till I Die”