All I want for Christmas...

:D well it's all people want.... ;)


Depends how rich you are feeling I suppose, Weatherbys used to sell histories of horses in posh leather bound books, or horses in training/time form or DVDs or there are lots of deals on racing club shares around Christmas time - tickets to their favourite racecourse, a photo of their favourite horse....
 
A years subscription to EC1's formguide.


Only joking EC :lol:
 
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Well unless I was remembering it wrong, isn't the line "all I want for Christmas is a dukla Prague away kit"? (Hence my "isn't that what everyone wants" answer !) ;)

I'm impressed I got it at all tho - been years since I heard it!! :D
 
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As I recall the line "All I want ...." only appears in the title.

I think it goes "he had a dukla prague away kit, cause his uncle owned a sportshop and he'd kept it to one side"

Although it must be about 20 years since I heard it too.

You Tube.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na12OyJEgJ8

There was one of the gang, who had Scalextric and because of that he thought he was better than you.
Every day after school,
You'd go around there to play it,
Hoping to compete for some kind of championship,
But it always took about 15 billion hours to set the track up.
And even when you did, the thing never seemed to work.
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again.
A dodgy transformer, again and again.
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again
A dodgy transformer that cost 3 pounds 10.

So he sent his doting mother
Up the stairs with the stepladder,
To get the Subutteo out of the loft.
It had all the accessories required for that big-match atmosphere.
The crowd and the dugout, and the floodlights, too.
And you'd always get palmed off
With a headless center-forward,
And a goal-keeper with no arms,
And a face like his.
And he'd managed to get hold of
A Dukla-Prague Away Kit,
His uncle owned a sports shop and he'd kept it to one side.
And after only five minutes
You'd be down to ten men,
And then he said sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left-winger.
Come to half-time, you were losing four-nil.
Each and every goal, a hotly disputed penalty
So you smash up the floodlights
And the game was abandoned,
And the dog would bark
And you'd be banned from his house.
And your travelling army
Of synthetic supporters
Would be taken away from you
And thrown in the bin.

And now he's working
In a job with a future.
He hands me my Giro (as in fortnightly govt unemployment handout) every two weeks.
And me I'm on the lookout
For a proper transformer.

Uh?!
 
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