Into the valley of Death go the Gooners – Cannon to the left, Cannon to the Right but these men has a Cannon on their Chest

Half a league half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred: ‘Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns’ he said: Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred

 We mock The Spuds, for their cup final season after season, as we ride into the valley of death, this win has more reason

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Forward, the Light Brigade!’ Was there a man dismay’d ? Not tho’ the soldier knew Some one had blunder’d: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

 No man must be dismayed, players or fans, we have to win to keep any title hopes in our own hands.


Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley’d & thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.


“You need big shoulders to play for Arsenal. The cannon is heavy. We have to win to celebrate St Totteringham Day, to drink and be merry.


Flash’d all their sabres bare, Flash’d as they turn’d in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder’d: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro’ the line they broke; Cossack & Russian Reel’d from the sabre-stroke, Shatter’d & sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred.


Give your all, go down fighting, the motto  for the weekend. Give your all, leave no quarter and victory will be our friend.


Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley’d and thunder’d; Storm’d at with shot and shell, While horse & hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro’ the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.

We must fight for team, we must fight for one and other, we must fight to win to stop The Spuds winning in colour.


When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder’d. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!


I fear that our challenge will be like that of the brave light brigade.  But, Victory through Harmony, stand together we can still win the day.

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