I missed the pre match dignitaries
As the trains were up the wall
But I heard the booing at The Bridge
When Wayne Bridge passed the ball.
Can’t say I’m in agreement
Can’t say I see the point
Booing a bloke what used to grace our team
When he turned out at our joint.
That blinding goal at Highbury
When he laid our jinx to rest
Is a milestone in our history
All else? Just wasted breath.
At one nil up, it looked
As if it was going to be our day
Then Man Chini turned on a textbook
Display, that’s the catenaccio way.
We were out of sorts and struggling
With the worst still yet to come
Two reds and down to a mere nine men
Our Saturday lunch was done.
Then the FWF’s up in the stands*
Turned on our team and boss
Before heading off to that cuckoo land
Where a team has never lost.
Whilst the loyalists amongst us, stood up and raised our paws
And with a touch of optimism stroke humour braced our jaws
Then sang: “Five four. We’re gonna win five four
We’re gonna win five four. We’re gonna win five four!”