It has been a busy couple of weeks and English Mascot Monday has been on hold but, fret no more because we are back with a very special The Night Before Christmas.

The Night Night Before Christmas – By DannyBoy

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even…


Team: Chesterfield FC (Est: 1867)
Town: Chesterfield,Derbyshire,England
Home: Proact Stadium (Capacity:10,504)
League: English League 1
Current Position: 20th Place (As of 12/18/16)
Key Features: Satellite Ears, Snowball Haircut & a Dad Bod

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that…


Team: Carlisle United F.C. (Est: 1904)
Town: Carlisle,Cumbria, England
Home: Brunton Park (Capacity:18202)
League: English League 2
Current Position: 1st Place (As of 11/27/16)
Key Features: Physically fit,Pointy Muzzle with Dracula Fangs

Team: Southampton F.C. (Est: 1885)
Town: Southampton,Hampshire,England
Home: St. Mary's (Capacity:32,505)
League: Premier League 
Current Position: 7th Place (As of 12/18/16)
Key Features: Extended Freckled Snout, Sorry Eyes and Floppy Ears

soon would be there;


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Ozzie The Owl danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my Liverpool cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up a red card.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to the pitch below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and…


Team: Mansfield Town F.C. (Est: 1897)
Town: Mansfield,Nottinghamshire,England
Home: Field Mill (Capacity:10,000)
League: English League 2
Current Position: 17th Place (As of 12/18/16)
Key Features: Every feature is key...
Horns for Days, Ecstatic-Gap-Tooth Smile, Masculine Beard

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be…




Team: St. Johnstone FC (Est: 1904)
Town: Perth,Scotland (not England,I know. Make it work)
Home: McDiarmid Park,Scotland (Capacity:10,696)
League: Scottish Premiership
Current Position: 5th Place (As of 12/18/16)
Key Features: No Face, just a Teeth and a Bulbous Nose

More rapid than Wenger’s eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;


“Now, Bella! now, Cyril! now, Rammie and Kingsley!

On, Bodger! on Capitain Cod! on, Deepdale Duck and Beau Brummie!

To the top of the box! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and Jurgen Klopp too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney came Louis Van Gaal with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his binder.


His eyes — how they were bloodshot! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like Mighty Mariner’s,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;


The stump of a pen cap he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had Mourinho to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then kicked his glass of milk with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,


Sammy the Stag bring it home for the encore!