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This guy is the most savage manager i have ever seen

I'll be off to ploor old bloody Scarborough soon, a lovely trip.

Thanks for sharing this; he lives on...I'm blessed to have seen him 3 times

Thanks for sharing this; he lives on...I'm blessed to have seen him 3 times

fans who think United will have another set of staff like these here, better stop following the team

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Love it XD

The song remembers me Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef movie

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Is that Franky De Jong clapping from the stands🤔?

This is the same guy who humourless idiots labelled as a misogynist for his On Again, On Again song, but this clearly shows how strongly he supported the emancipated woman. The passion in his delivery says as much as his lyrics.

Я помню этот матч и этот момент как вчера. Классное было время. Алекс Фергюсон - Гений !

good times when fans have no mobile phones on them snapping away

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0:38 you cannot make me go anywhere, im staying here

00:10 How did they draw a line that quick 15 years ago

Never offside. Plus diving fat granny shagger Rooney cheating for a penalty.

I wonder if farmers still count this way

Mesmerising

For those wanting more, search for 'Jake Thackray - Topic' here on youtube A sad loss, Jake dying so young.

Only mr wenger could get clapped by the away supporters. Him with him arms out is iconic

True genius, unsurpassed. I loved him, have every recording he made and can't help but smile every time I listen to any of his recording

Wish i could of met him

Believe it or not, I came here from… Wikipedia. As a language nerd, I'm amazed by everything related to linguistics. And, shame on me (although English is not my mother tongue, so probably it's kind of an excuse), I was today years old when I learned about "Yan tan tethera", or, as Jake Thackray puts it, "Yan tan tether mether pip". If you are not a linguist, it's hardly imaginable for you how amazed and flabbergasted I was learning that somewhere in rural England some shepherds preserved tiny little remnants of a language extinct one and a half millennia ago! It was like… oh, I lack for words. It's like, I don't know, you discover that some Italian farmers keep counting their sheep in classical Latin, not knowing any single word of it from school or whatsoever, just because their grandfathers, great-grandfathers and so on did so! Amazing, just amazing! And yes, I like his voice and manner of telling stories, also.

Did they count sheep that way because when they tried it normally they kept falling asleep?

So beautifully talented XX

It's quite heart rending.xx

DJ Nate. maybe some day. No fucking way. Iykyk

Jake was very underrated. Great Yorkshire man His lyrics were superb. He had a great understanding of life.

0:09 "Fuck off!" 😂😂 0:14 He farts! 😂😂

0:25 always gets me

Absolute genius, just wonderful use if the English language, sorely missed...

I loved Jake, Amazing song writing talent and musicianship. I hope his legacy lives on.. He was brilliant.

Man, the Wenger-Ferguson-Mourinho Premier League era was just beyond entertaining.

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A genius and this performance is but one example. It is time, Jake was given the full credit he deserves by the Country and the Music Industry. I guess Jake would have shied away from these comments. He was a unique genius, with a very original and never to be witnessed again gift in his Music. God bless you Jake.

Thackeray one of our Crown Jewels. Wordy and musical. I heard his name mentioned within a songwriting circle recently. I hope a bell rings wherever he is to let him know he ain’t been forgotten. ❤

I think his voice held him back. If it had had a harder edge to it and a less genial and fay way about him, imho he could have, and should have been, huge

Watched this game live like yesterday time really flies

One of the most important, admirable people in football history

He was a teacher at one point in his life .... The sort of teacher sadly not around nowadays in 2023 . 👍🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

This is why he's inducted into Hall of Fame

Im a shepherd he tells it how it is

Lyrics She was a widow in Bridlington, she was, was the widow of Brid, Small and bonny at forty-two, With eyes of very unsettling blue, And what she thought she ought to do She did, she did, she did; Whatever she thought she ought to do She did, did the widow of Brid. "My only darling's dead, he is, and all my children grown; "The house has emptied, all the love-birds flown. "In place of widow's weeds I'll let my coal black hair grow long: "As glossy as a blackbird's wing, as cocky as his song." She found that she could please herself, she could, could the widow of Brid: Swim in the sea when she felt hot, Stay in bed when she did not. And she began to laugh a lot, She did, she did, she did, To sing and dance and laugh a lot, She did, did the widow of Brid. And sometimes she would drop the shopping, leave the bed unmade And sit till evening on the esplanade. She'd sometimes go to church and call on Jesus by his name. She fed as any blackbird would, whenever hunger came. She learned to play the violin, she did, did the widow of Brid, And Saturday night in a drinking shop She jumped upon the counter top And fiddled till the dancers dropped, She did, she did, she did, Stomping upon the copper top She did, did the widow of Brid. And she was fond of fishing boats and all their beardy crew And partial to a salty kiss or two. And some of them would gruffly whisper, "Marry me and stay". But blackbirds do their singing from a different bush each day. She had a massive motorbike, she had, had the widow of Brid, And so she could, when so she wished, Ride back home early-morningish With her hair in the air and smelling of fish, She did, she did, she did, And every time of a different fish, She did, did the widow of Brid. And though she did no harm the neighbours sniffed, as neighbours do, And day by day a cankerous rancour grew. And many a pair of front-room curtains twitched and shook with rage, For she was wild as blackbirds are and they were in a cage. They came and broke her window panes, they did, of the widow of Brid, Spat upon her cycle shed, Dragged her out of her Sunday bed And cropped her hair and shaved her head, They did, they did, they did; They chopped the hair and shaved the head, They did, of the widow of Brid. And when her sobs and hiccups stopped she tidied everywhere, She cleaned the shed, she swept up all the hair. Some few of them came back in shame to ask her would she stay, But if you ever startle blackbirds, blackbirds go away. She sold up house and bought a wig, a wig, did the widow of Brid, And unrepenting, undeterred, She thundered off to cause a stir In poor old bloody Scarborough, She did, she did, she did. "Forget the spit and the window pane. "Bugger Brid! I'm still the same. "My hair will always grow again." It did, it did, it did. "My hair will always grow again." It did, it did, did, did, on the widow of Brid.

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Bloody marvellous 👏

I listened to this song over and over on vinyl when I was quite young, and it changed me, it changed the way I felt for those less fortunate, simply by chance of birth. This is an important song