embraced us now we'd dumped the grid to mine our little clinkable purse of sixpenny physics

The owlets hoot, the owlets curr, / And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr,

City sent on Adam Johnson for the ineffective Jo and the Englishman at least gave notice that he wanted to run at the Arsenal defence, but his team-mates had been run into the ground by then and no-one could get up in support of the winger.

On his bleached worn face are ploughed the furrowings of one hundred and twenty years.