What a trying time it’s been
With no football last weekend
Almost slung the telly out the winder
As I neigh went round the bend.
Then Tuesday came with hopes held high
And nervous tension mounting
To Anfield where our whinging Drogba dived
Mid posture, feign and sulking.
A blank was on the cards for us
As the electric board went up
We needed to score at least once
And quick, to keep us in the cup.
Then lo behold a miracle came
To ease Avram Grant’s dilemma
As the final whistle came to end the game
We nicked a draw, via a norse blokes red antenna!
As the boys came home to Smoke from North
We sank Bacardi breezers
To toast that wondrous special goal
Scored by….John Arne Riise!