Ode to Yorkshire

Ode to Yorkshire.

For years we told you so but you wouldn't listen ? How could we be so cocky, so sure, so full of ourselves ?
Our hero was reviled by the modern trend towards Politically Correct mediocrity but Andy knew, what we also knew and can now be revealed.
Yorkshire is the best !!!!

Aren't you lucky to have had our support and didn't you bask in our glory as the medals came pouring in.
The secret couldn't be kept for much longer. The sheer cheek of it, this neglected but self assured, culturally stand-offish bunch of self professed champions has out done the might of sunny Australia and the equally sunny Spain, and Italy as a sporting Mecca.

Its Bradford not Sydney or Barcelona that turns out these mighty tykes of track and field.
Its in the wet, murky streets of Heckmondwike and Micklethwaite that the medals were forged not the Surrey Downs and the world better know it.

With accents to cut glass, the lads and lassies of the beautiful county of Yorkshire were there to be interviewed. The Brownlee brothers, Alistair and Jonathan, feisty and competitive, 

Bradford Grammar School lads to their Velcro straps, ran their race like clockwork. It took the intervention of some fiendish rule to put the younger one in a holding trap to ensure they didn't make it one and two !!

We have always been derided for our chipper approach to life and the rest of mankind, there's them and there's us. Well this last couple of weeks proved the point and no mistake !!

We can expect calls for us to secede and strike our own flag. No longer, to wish "her" to reign over us but to rather come down a peg or two and join our Andy for a pint in the Dog and Whistle.            These are happy days !!!!        
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