The West Ham edition of ‘Twas the night before Christmas
As Christmas is upon us, it would only be fitting to give you the West Ham United version of the old Christmas classic, ‘Twas the night before Christmas, we hope you enjoy!
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through West Ham, no one was stirring, except for some fans. The stockings were hung by Fabianski with care, in hopes that St. Noble would soon be there. The academy stars were snuggled all tired in their beds; while visions of the senior team danced in their heads.
And Gold in his Phantom, and Sully with his cap, had just settled their bank accounts for a long winter’s nap. Then out on the pitch there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their halls to see what was the matter.
Away from their money they darted like a nonce, tore open the door and peeked out at once. The moon on their next-level idea a glow, gave a luster of midday to Hammers below. When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but an old Chilean with Husillos in the rear.
With the little old Gaffer so cheery yet woeful, they all hoped in a moment to see old St. Noble. The leader of the irons his players they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"“Now, Ogbonna! Now, Felipe! Now Declan and Martin! On, Haller! On, Cressy! On, Fornals and McMessi! To the top of the LS! To the top of the Boleyn! Now dash away! dash away! dash away, all!”"
As to Pellegrini’s amazement, the whole team took flight, as they arose past the board in a glorious sight. So up to the terraces the players they flew, as a team full of hope, and St. Noble too. And then, in a twinkling, the David’s heard on cue the prancing and pawing of a very little Manu.
As they formed in their heads and was turning around, down the steps St. Noble came with abound. He was dressed all in claret and blue, as they could tell and his kit was all tarnished just like after a good away day spell. With bunches of players all standing at his back, he looked like a leader of his own Iron pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His spirit, so bright! His dedication so intimidating and ready to fight! His droll little figure looked nothing to fear, but they could hear the opposition trembling close near. The captain’s armband he held tight to his chest, and the board they encircled all holding their breath.
He had a weathered face but was ready to score, in some ways he reminded them of the old Bobby Moore. He wasn’t chubby and plump, like some big old Fat Sam, yet he laughed when they saw them, all trembling at hand.
But with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head he gave all who have invested nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and gave them all hope as he turned with a jerk. And just by showing his presence, and taking the lead, he took all of West Ham right where it should be.
He went back to his team and gave them a whistle, and away they all flew like a VAR whistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere they went out of sight. “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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From all of us at The Green Street Hammers have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! For the link to the video of this story, click here. And to be honest, Nobes would never yell that, he would yell something more along the lines of COME ON YOU IRONS!