A sparkling light beamed down on us
Warmed by bright Old Trafford lights
We had come and silenced Manchester
With our fervour for the fight.
Just promoted to the big time
With a journey men like team
We were fearless too, coming from behind
When a late one brought us even.
Jesper Olsen ran us dizzy
He was fly and fleet of foot
When he scored it was if he
Danced on air, our backline was clearly shook.
As John Neal on our bench kept calm
All them Mancs thought we were beat
While Pat Nevin kept the touchline warm
Micky Thomas did things sweet.
Joey Jones, colossal stood immense
Spindly legged and tattooed arms
He would dive in there, where lesser men
Fear to tread for fear of harm.
Standing stout to Man Yoo’s swift attacks
We came back in to the game
With Pat Nevin skinning an aging back
We’d Dave Speedie stood complaining.
Kerry Dixon led the line that night
Who was scoring goals for fun?
Then a song went up as a Northern slight
Left us London Blues fans stunned.
“Do you know where your old woman is?”
Micky Thomas heard them sing
Then he shut them up when we went one each
And us Londoners stood and grinned!
Seems Micky had so many clubs
His poor wife had, had enough?
What with upping sticks, moving home and stuff
She had gone back home to mum.
Them Newton Heathers really turned it on:
“Anyone here seen Micky’s wife?”
T’was catalysis stirred Stretford End to song
And us to a draw….. up in Manchester that night!