Amidst the pomp and circumstance
Of our history being made
Spare a thought for Avram Grant’s brave side
Who ran us close, despite not being paid?
A cricket score predicted
By the know-alls on the day
As Jamo and his three white sticks
Kept a rampant forward line at bay.
The Pompey goal was surely blessed?
As our efforts failed to miss
Three wooden guardians and a keeper dressed
In a lurid bright pink kit.
Would those misses be our downfall
To be rue’d when full time came?
By half time predicted hat-full
Seemed a cert just like their pen.
In truth The Gods shone down on us
When their penalty was scuffed
Within minutes we were out in front
With that one strike just enough.
We can blame the pitch, and uprights
Blame the colour of the ball
But a Pompey team what gave us a fright
Is whom we should applaud!
When the whistle blew at Wemberly
And “The Double” won was ours
That’s the first time that I’ve ever seen
A losing side with a massive stay behind and cheer “em” crowd!