Jan the Man
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There goes another fly past from
Swindon’s Jan the Man;
he’s found the oppo’s net again
and is salutin’ every fan.
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Yet when he first joined Town
for a cool half million quid
he couldn’t hit a barn door
and we were close to getting rid.
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I remember well his first goal
in the cup at Portman Road:
a strike into the top corner
and then the goals just flowed.
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Once he’d notched he couldn’t stop,
scoring goals galore:
a brace against the Spurs at home,
the equaliser v Manure.
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Despite his goals the Town went down
from Premiership to Div. One,
yet the Viking Fjortoft
scored more and more for fun.
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A goal against Port Vale
when Fjortoft volleyed home
and a belter versus Brighton
made the Seagulls groan.
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A cup goal against Millwall
was said to be a fluke,
but Jan curled in a beauty
to make the Lions puke.
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His last goal in Town colours
a low drive v West Brom;
no sentiment from Town’s board –
suddenly he’s gone.
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No Fjortoft now, ten years on,
no Shearer, Chalkie White,
just memories of Jan the Man;
he was dynamite.
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