A ploy to psyche up team and fans
For the following evenings staple
Was put in captain’s capable hands
For our return with team from Naples
Was he tellying porkies?
Had senior service gone on strike
Since our last gaffer went a walkies
It seemed to us fans as like.
There was nuff respect for Fabio
In captain’s chinwag on the box
As a silent Robbie Di-Matteo
Sat beside him calm and watched.
We trapped like greyhounds round ‘The Stow’*
When the Doctor blew his pea
Last chance saloon for some of our old pros
Loomed large in intensity.
Could we hold the team from Naples?
With their thrusting catenaccio
Three times our keeper saved us
As they broke fast and cut us open.
When The Drog put his nut on a sizzler
We was one nil up and hot
Then our skipper flicked another in
Thus claiming our second pot.
They pulled one back with a diamond
That cut through our defence
Racing across the glistening ground
Before caressing our empty net.
A nailed on pen restored our lead
We were due a touch of luck
Alan Green even breathed a sigh of relief
When the ET sign beamed up.
When Branislav crashed the winner in
West London went radio rental
Then the whistle went signifying fin
To an evening so eventful.
As Robbie raced on to field of play
To join in and receive our praise
Was there an awkward moment a senior player?
Couldn’t quite place our stand in’s face?
In the post match all was forgotten
We’re still in the draw with a shout
Lady Luck might throw us a soft ‘un’
Come this Friday we’ll soon find out.
Now don’t let me ruin the victors dream
But something didn’t feel right
Are JT and his mates actually picking our team?
Coz that’s how it looked last night!