It seems a veritable age
Since Ollie’s handball caused such rage
And, Derry’s remonstrations spurned,
Their fury went beyond the gauge.
Traditionally, we don’t do well
When playing in that Northern hell,
And points are very seldom earned
Within the fortress Brandywell.
Last season, just one point was gained,
Although we stretched and fought and strained,
And title talk became adjourned,
Until at other times ordained.
Even when their side is weak,
They seem to pump up their physique,
And thus we’ve downcast oft returned
Without the victory we might seek.
But lo, behold, we bucked the trend,
Brought desolation to an end,
For they were well and truly Byrned,
And didn’t manage to contend.
Although, that said, it took a blunder,
To tear the home defence asunder,
When Kelly, as could be discerned,
Fumbled and was left to wonder.
Then at the death, the win was sealed,
With Glenn’s true worth again revealed,
And all our inner thoughts were churned
By rapture on and off the field.
Atop the league, no goals conceded,
Chalk the points up just when needed.
Thus the football screw is turned,
If the failings have been heeded.