Now down to the dirty dozen
Remaining games we need to win
How many points to make us safe?
Survival hopes are looking slim
Turnout is still capacity
Turnstiles counting their chickens
Hoping to turn over the opposition
Are the words on the wall ready written?
Waiting for the team to turn it on
Wandering when the tide will turn
Strikers take it in turns to miss the sitters
The clock ticks on as stomachs churn
The P-word used to mean Promotion
Or at second-best Play-offs
Now it’s a Perilous, Precarious Position
Where do fans turn when hope is lost?