The coach was in the car-park
(Not parked in front of the goal)
Whilst the masseuse geed the lads up
Instead of Mourinho.
The maestro waved his magic wand
As the side took to the field
T’was time for a change to our ageing squad
For another team re-build
What McCulloch said had clearly worked
With City under the thumb
Whilst Joe Hart’s assistant Woody Work
Made sure it stayed at one.
The result? Was a kinda bonus
But it’s the way in which we played,
With the onus
On a rapid passing game, of the kind us purists crave.
Who cares if they had injuries?
They’ve a load of talent in the bank
With a squad big enough to put out two teams
Of internationals every match.
Now their home record’s been shattered
As for their confidence who knows?
What I know is that where it mattered (up at the Etihad)
We have dealt their hopes a blow.
Now we’re off to give the horse his milk!?!
So the foal can find his strength
And if you really think we ain’t up for a title tilt?
(Like a tongue in cheek Mourinho says)
Then you’d better think again!