NUAFC 1968-2018

1978
Glen Gray’s Song & Poems
The Narrer Knockers song as published in the club mag 13th April 1978, and written by Glen “Gladdis” Gray.
Voluntary Labour
The shop, the kitchen, the toilets they say,
Due to the labourers are well on their way.
The chill-room is there, though naked of beers;
To the boys working there it must surely bring tears.
This poem was written to point out to you,
Grateful thanks are due to those boys that were few.
The voluntary labour of all of this crowd
Should make this club thankful, successful and proud.
When the moon shines on the clubhouse
And the match is o’er and won,
You will find us, altogether,
Boozing up and having fun.
Chorus:
We are the champion drinkers,
cause we do like our beer
We are the Narrer Knockers
Full of fun and good cheer.
So listen and hear,
There is no need to fear!
Our supporters all come with us
To our matches far and near.
You can hear them on the sideline,
“If you lose you’ll get no beer!”
Chorus…
If we lose a game this season,
You’ll not find us sad and glum,
’cause our Coach gives us the message,
“Wait ’till training night, you bum!”
Chorus…
Glen (Gladdis) Gray
Building Fever
Our clubrooms – what a might feat!
Slogging away in the summer heat.
George on the ladder, Charles digging drains,
Staff mixing concrete getting ready for the cranes.
The top floor is coming on Tuesday (they say) -
Rushing to get it ready for the day.
Jimmy is getting the beer for the men,
A break which is needed for them (now and then).
Accident-prone Glen has again cut a finger –
Up for a dressing, a beer, and a linger!
Any excuse is better than none!
That’s no way to get the building done!
Youth
When I was just a little boy My mother said to me,
“A soccer player, my wee lad, You’re surely going to be!”
After many games and fewer scores, Biased ref’s and stupid laws,
I’ve reached the stage, I’ve had my day –
The Coach has stood me down, they say.
My Mother, she was wrong again!
To me the ‘fame’ just never came.
How could she lie and let me down?
So, in with the young and out with the old.
The young of the club are surely the gold.
To them opportunity and fame in their hand,
They can make our club the best in the land.
Cup Time
Oh, to be in Argentina to see my country play!
And join Ally’s tartan army would just make my day.
To cheer the lads in the final would give me the greatest joy
With numerous whiskies and ginger ale I’d feel just like a boy!
And if we didn’t make the grade I’d come home with a grin
To Jimmy’s “Narra Knocker”, And say “I’d never bin”!
When you see us on the paddock,
Don’t we make a lovely sight?
For we look like jolly green giants
And play like dy-no-mite.
Chorus…
Now you’ve seen us, and you’ve heard us,
So you know just who we are.
When you come to our new clubrooms,
You’ll be welcome at the bar.
Chorus…
RIGHT: Ken Murray, Joe
Templeton and Glen Gray at
the Junior Prizegiving 1978.
Joe is presenting James
McCaig with an award. Ian
Todd resting against the
window.
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