The crowd was small [because of greed?]
And colder than a naked Swede,
But Lille and Shelbourne did proceed
To serve up some fine fare indeed.
The Lille lads seemed a different breed,
Played football with a fluent creed.
‘Twas no surprise they took the lead,
And things looked very grim indeed.
In that dreadful first half, we’d
Looked always likely to concede.
They picked us off with pace and speed,
And looked so very sharp indeed.
It caused our stony hearts to bleed,
That fickle fate should intercede.
Those howling torrents did recede
And things got very calm indeed.
But Shels responded to the need
And paid the game more careful heed.
And twice, bold Jason Byrne was freed,
Though finishing was poor indeed.
And as we, with our gods, did plead,
Eventually they did accede,
And helped young Fitzer to succeed
By scoring twice with flair indeed.
The Gallic lads, no longer geed
Up by their coach, just went to seed,
As down the slippy slope they ski-ed,
And looked quite vulnerable indeed.
And so the tie is nicely teed,
Despite the things that one might read.
The lads can certainly exceed
All expectations. Yes, indeed!