DW included

If that doesn't get them going then this should, but as Chip said a lot won't be here next season, but we will.

Stick with it to the end...........

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin'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
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Or even....

The Charge of the Shite Brigade......

Down the league, down the league,
Down the league downwards.
Into the valley of relegation,
rode the eleven.

Forward the Shite Brigade,
charge for the goals , he said
Into the Valley of relegation,
rode the eleven.

Forward the Shite Brigade,
Was there a fan dismayed?
not tho the manager knew,
that he had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
there's not to reason why,
there's but to do and die.
as into the valley of relegation,
rode the 3,600.

Defeats to the right of them,
defeats to the left of them,
defeats in front of them,
as fans stood and chuntered.
Stormed at with shot and shell,
they didn't play too well.
into the jaws of defeat
a rats what the fans could smell
moaned the 3,200.

Very good - also unfortunately very true

How about getting them fired up for our encounter at Oldham on Tuesday night 1st

I view that one as a lost cause already mate? How long since our last away win?

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I honestly dont know Trev, i was asked to go but im of the opinion if the players cant be arsed then why should i. I would rather give our lass the 50-60 quid i'd spend going there to spend on the bairns.