Stevie Williams cut our losses,
Though he seldom comes for crosses,
Super Keeper, Pride of Wales,
Stopping shots, he never fails.
Bomber Heary, tough as nails,
When the wind is in his sails.
Surging forwards with great pace,
Putting wingers in their place.
Super Kevin heads it clear,
Won’t let centre-forwards near,
See him rising at the back,
Foiling every quick attack.
Macca leads the line composed,
Roaring when he’s left exposed,
Reads the game, controls the play,
Decisively he boots away.
Davie Crawley gets real tough
If the winger’s quick enough,
Packs a fairly meaty shot,
Among the attributes he’s got.
Davie Rogers, Super Scouse,
Has the talent and the nous,
Distribution’s not too clever,
But he won’t surrender ever.
Bould Jim Crawford runs all night,
Shelbourne’s shining midfield light.
Bandy legged, he’ll never yield,
Cov’ring every inch of field.
Stewie Byrne shuts down and chases,
Turns up in the strangest places,
On his line, or in attack,
In the midst of all the flak.
Thomas Morgan, calm, collected,
Does whatever is expected,
When a clear, cool head is needed,
Tom’s the man with hair receded.
Ollie Cahill has awesome speed,
With many subtle tricks indeed,
Skinning full backs is his trade,
With all his clever skills displayed.
Weso has the power to thrill,
With awesome, praise-inducing skill,
Dribbling sideways, making chances,
Leading others merry dances.
Jason Byrne just bangs them in,
Turns a draw into a win,
Poaching goals with seeming ease,
Brings defenders to their knees.
Jamie has ability,
Matched to versatility,
Great defender, target man,
Scores as only Jamie can.
Richie Baker, spring heeled Jack,
Adds some width to Shels attack,
Whips in crosses with precision,
Causing goalie indecision.
Ger McCarthy, young and fast,
Fav’rite when he knocks it past,
Makes defenders make mistakes,
And oftentimes picks up the breaks.
Stephen Geoghegan, wise old head,
League of Ireland, born and bred,
Legend now of Tolka Park,
He has always made his mark.
Ger Rowe runs and gives his all,
Chases each and every ball,
Elbows flailing, running wild,
Like a great, untutored child.
Dessie Baker, quality,
Fighting back from injury,
Deserves an awful lot for that,
But God! I wish he’d lose the hat.
Nutsy Fenlon stands defiant,
Small in size, though now a giant,
Takes the knocks and bounces back
Forza Shelbourne! What’s the craic?