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The middle of September in a wild and howling gale,
Both Drogheda an UCD could not afford to fail.
The storm clouds, they were gathering and looming large and dark,
High above the confines of a packed United Park.
Rainfall pattered down like drops of otherworldly phlegm,
“Terrible conditions,” said the man from LMFM.
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Both sides knew they couldn’t make a solit’ry mistake,
Particularly with a semi-final place at stake.
But after just two minutes, Robbie Martin sprang the trap,
And finished with aplomb, to put the Drogs all in a flap.
They looked around in anger, wond’ring who they should condemn.
“One nil to the Students,” said the man from LMFM.
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The Drogs now had the wind up, and their ship was blown off course,
Captain Doolin yelling till his throat was dry and hoarse.
But UCD survived the storm and battened down the hatches,
Knowing that a single spark could wipe out all their matches.
But still the Drogmen huffed and puffed and rapped like Eminem.
“The College door is bolted,” said the man from LMFM.
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But with a quarter hour left, Mark Rooney took control.
From the left hand side he crossed and Fabio notched the goal.
Relief was oh so palpable; up went the home team’s tails,
But as for the poor Students, it took the wind out of their sails.
A bitter blow for College, though the move was quite a gem.
“The game is blown wide open,” said the man from LMFM.
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Four minutes into extra time, the Drogmen got a free.
John Lester whipped it o’er, for Stephen Gray to head with glee.
The roar when Fabio finished could be heard across the town,
And College pinched themselves and found they now were 2-1 down.
And even Drogs supporters felt some sympathy for them.
“A semi-final beckons,” said the man from LMFM.
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Frantic minutes ticked away, the game was end to end,
Both sides had their chances though Dame Fortune’s not their friend.
Then five minutes remaining, Dave McAuley took a free,
Smacked in the corner to the joy of UCD.
And Doolo was quite conscious now, from where their woes might stem,
“Penalties seem likely,” said the man from LMFM.
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But the ball went down the other end, and history recorded
That just outside the area a free-kick was awarded.
And in a manic moment that no Drogs fan will forget,
John Lester thumped it low and hard into the College net.
The ample lady cleared her throat, a heralded, “Ahem!”
“Its ended up 3-2!” announced the man from LMFM.
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The crowd all went bananas and the cheering did resound
For many, many minutes all around United’s ground.
The Drogs took all the accolades, the semi-final beckoned,
And UCD found out that sometimes good guys finish second.
College got the coffee, but Drogheda got the crème.
“Holy macaroni!” said the man from LMFM.