When that spot kick hit as their man sloped off
Our day seemed a perfect one
Then our Ivorian ace threw one almighty strop
With the business deemed as done.
A Golden Boot is immaterial
Who cares? As us punters say
Is one man bigger than our entire team?
Were we watching a one-man game?
Our group helped us reach the pinnacle
Our squad saw we came out top
As Shankly said “Football’s pretty simple”
Back when egos were swiftly chopped.
Us winning that game were vital
Our season rode on one match
Had Lamps missed, would the Premier title
Once again have slipped through our hands?
When Frankie scored, us home fans roared
A deuce up and on our way
Our day was marred by a sulking forward
Eyes fixed toward one-man fame.
I felt sure he’d be subbed at half-time
A “For Sale” sign put round his neck
Then out he came like a ray of sunshine
To put three in the Wigan net.
We finished up as worthy champions
With an eight goal to nil home win
And as for sulk what tried to dampen our enthusiasms
Has time come to bid fond farewell to him?