T’was a cert it would happen
As we said in the pub
Still we all stood and clapped
When he appeared as their sub.
Tuned up and fit
He looked as sharp as a tack
Then with one or two deft little flicks
He inspired their attack.
T’was sod’s law (sic) as they say
That he went and bleeding well scored
Though we Loved him for the way
He refused to milk the applause.
When the game finally ended
In a tight one all draw
He shook hands with his friends
and heard the travelling roar.
Then on turning around
With an emotional start
He walked to our part of the ground
Still with us in our hearts
Waved, smiled, and seemingly gutted
Bade us a poignant au revoir.
On leaving a pub Up The Junction
Hairs still raised on me neck
I was more than pleased with the out come
When I’d time to reflect:
That if Super Frankie Lampard oozes class from his pores
The respect shown, though he now plays for them Mancs,
To a former hero of ours (even after helping them to a draw)
Was a right touch of class from our loyal travelling fans.