Two thousand sixteen, annus horribilis But not as horribilis as some, For some, more, who´ll be hoping, along with us Two thousand seventeen will become... ...annus mirabilis, and high on the list Of those years we like to recall, When soon, in our dotage, we sit by the fire And talk turns to that of football Down in the mouth at the start of the year And prospects low on New Years Day, But who can tell now, what seventeen will bring Or where we´ll find ourselves in May I´d like to think that Neil can turn it round For the thought of who else we might find, Especially with the names being bandied about Does not give me much peace of mind And seven points is hardly a million miles away From the play-off places as we stand, With twenty-two to go, it´s a marathon yet To know where everyone will land The board, who some see as a huge stumbling block Do not worry me near as much, As what the players have been churning out recently Even if they´re perhaps out of touch For if results do pick up, they´ll follow suit And back them, of that I´ve no fear, It won´t be the first time we´ve come from behind So it could yet be a Happy New Year.