A minutes respect and loud applause
In memory of John Neal
Reminded some of us where we once were,
Looking down from a top of the hill.
Those days are yesterdays we don’t fancy
To even visit in our dreams
When the crippling cost of an ugly stand
Almost finished off our team.
Getting back to proceedings on the park
A full on fraught affair
Where Spurs were looking up to the task
and settled quickly let’s be fair?
In truth we could have been two nil down
Before we finally found our feet
A fact the chaps and me went on about
Afterwards in the street.
Then Cahill’s twenty team-mates*
Swiftly took a two nil lead
As the Spurs defense seemmed all over the place
Or as some might say at sea?
In the second half and with some aplomb
Spurs actually passed and kept the ball
Till we brought our unsung poacher on
To clinically dispatch another one and three nought.
So after a clean sheet and a home win
Our title plans are back on the course
While Costa up in the stand sat watching
Knows we’ve good strikers in support.
Along the freezing trendy Fulham road
The title’s almost done they seem to think?
Though a cautious bloke like me well knows
It isn’t, till both our hands are on the thing!