There'll only ever be one Danny Boy Rowe.
He'd run through a brick wall for Fylde. You'll go down in history for your last gasp winner against Halifax all those years ago when we broke into the top 12 for the first time. Lovely memories from the now not so speedy frontman.
Who is his replacement?
As always, you've captured the mood perfectly and represent how we are all feeling.
I'm moved to wanting to write one of my now familiar, heartfelt and meaningful poems called "Danny"
I met you at the chippy
I was off me barnet and called you zippy
I want my jam tart
And let out a loud fart
Where's Rod, Jane & Freddy
Oh how I miss my Teddy
I love you Danny Rowe
But not as much as my chips and gravy
So please go
