Everton vs Burnley next season it's gonna be mental. Dyche will have to put his family in half n half's cos it's gonna go off, fireworks, wee man baby Dyche still in year 5 primary sneaking about with a Burnley rattle in the Bullens Road. Sister Dyche selling pies on the Gladwys but the meat is from Accrington, she giggles as she hands them out. She says "Filler up boys, these'll see you through the game"
Mother Dyche with a cup of soup she's brought from home in the nairy north end of hilly no-knows where... she raised them lambs herself until she made them intae soup for me and you. Except she doesn't share it, the soup, she just rocks forward and back, shaking her head at us all, whispering "Danny Ings, where did ye go" until the referee's whistle goes and she leans back to sing in unison with the Dyche's, "Burnley, sweet Burnley, hidden in the hills, oh Burnley, oh Burnley, you are my soul...Blackburn, you are a hole."
"You won a league, but it was bought, there's nowt in Burnley tha' ain't where it ought"