The ‘i’s are dotted, ‘t’s are crossed
and Tolka Park appears lost.
The football ground will pay the cost.
Financial targets? Sure, we never met them.
Shels will go and share with Bohs,
their bitterest and oldest foes,
bidding to cast off the woes
that for the past long decade have beset them.
The flags are flying at half-mast,
the ghost of countless players past
drift across the pitch, aghast –
mistakes, perhaps, but why should we regret them?
The memories of magic nights
beneath those bright, imposing lights
when Shelbourne hit some dazzling heights –
till we die, we never will forget them.