The BBC hoped for an upset,
They showed the match live on TV.
But when Kevin Friend blew for full-time,
The losers were HCFC.
The Tigers they sure made a bright start,
They scored after forty-five secs.
But Everton were not downhearted,
Demarai Gray soon found the Net.
Now Anthony Gordon’s a livewire,
He’s one of our favourite sons.
He linked up just perfect with Kenny,
To let Gomes make it two-one.
The Tigers refused to surrender,
They fought back with tooth and with claw.
Roared on by their raucous supporters,
Before long they’d levelled the score.
No replay, so extra time needed,
We feared it might go to Spot-kicks.
But then came a beauty from Townsend,
Once more our Andros did the trick.
Some Toffee fans can’t stand Benitez,
They’re hoping that he’ll get the sack.
But he’s got us into the fourth round,
So why don’t we get off his back?
Some say in the next tie we’ll crash out,
Some say that we’re bound for Wemblee.
But one thing we Bluenoses all know:
It’s high time we won a Trophee.
So, bring back, bring back,
Bring back that Cup from Wemblee, Wemblee.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back that Pot to GP!
Denys E. W. Jones