“I’m looking forward to seeing Franco Zola
Then I think we’ll win four one
Shouldn’t have much trouble turning them over”
Was what I heard on the underground.
Then a humble man came on the box
To speak honestly of what he’d seen
How his team could easily have nicked three points
To put the cat amongst the pigeons.
At halftime there was nervous angst
As the home fans started booing
With a volley hurled towards our man
Of “You don’t know what you’re doing”.
Andy Gray, post match said “A certain pen”
Then that’ll do for me
But then again, to be fair to the ref
He’ll only give what he can see.
With hindsight, we were fortunate
And I know our fans may moan
But the Indian sign still hangs over us
When ever we’re at home.
Were The Hammers really up for it
Was Craig Bellamy’s goal a hand ball?
Today there’s nothing we can do about it
It’s …history, that’s all.