All of their fans came along
Three coaches full and bursting with song
Promotion to witness and they thought
The battle to win would be hard fought.
Radios kept close next to ears
Full time draws just ever near
A goal, one goal is all they need
Just as long as they don’t concede.
Encourage or complain but they always implore
That goal they wish their team would score
A 40 yard screamer or in off a knee
They’d take either happily.
Disaster strikes, they’re 1-0 down
10 minutes left induce the frowns
On the faces of those once singing
Can’t believe that they’re not winning.
Maybe it was the shaking nerves
The bounce of the ball and how it swerves
I guess they’ll think the ref was bad
But then they’ll remember the chances they had.
So they’re stuck with us in this league
Hello disappointment and sickening fatigue
Some will shrug and some will weep
Lost promotion that was theirs to keep.