(and firstly an apology, for once I got going, I discovered more and more, so this will be quite a long review)
The year started off with a bang
Beating the then leaders at home,
And while we all rejoiced, Warnock
Did what he does best, and that´s moan,
And although we couldn´t know then
That both we and they would, in May,
Pinch both of the automatic spots
We knew it was a significant day,
And exactly one month further on
The 1st of Feb, saw us again,
At home, versus Millwall, a game
Won with a goal right at the end,
A trait which then followed us through
At Carrow Road right to the wire,
As second half added time proved
The spark that ignited our fire,
v Reading it happened there too
After pressing and pressing all game,
Who else but Holt should be on hand
To ensure all three points in the frame,
But then in a patch with some draws
Came two games which I enjoyed so,
The first, Barnsley and THAT Crofts goal
The ´Goal of the Year´, would you know,
A left footed volley so sweet
Good enough to grace the PL,
And although we weren´t there just yet
Belief was growing, you could tell,
Then up against Swedish Sven´s team
In Leicester on a midweek night,
I remember it still clearly now
For some quite extraordinary sights,
A headed goal by mighty Wes
The smallest on the pitch by far,
Then a winner by Wilbraham A
Who was picked up on Ruddy´s radar,
But maybe the strangest of all
After Holty had buried the pen,
A tribute to Barnett´s wee bairn
Being cradled by all our team´s men,
And so into April and May
Two critical months of the year,
It began with Nelson´s return
With Scunny, who deserved his cheers,
But we were all cheering our lads
At the end of a 6-0 defeat,
And hoping that Swansea away
Would provide us all with a repeat,
No luck, I´m afraid but quite soon
Came four games which well sealed our prize,
And epitomised the skill and fight
Our lads had all shown, in our eyes,
Four memorable wins including
A 5-1 treat at Portman Road,
And the start of the Jackson S. show
Where he really sparkled and glowed,
His late, late winner against Rams
To wrap up his hattrick was gold,
But nothing compared to the one
At Pompey, which caused them to fold,
And who can forget those great scenes
At Fratton Park that Monday night,
So many shedding joyous tears
At our return to the top flight,
Then after a final league game
The reality really did dawn,
And the celebrations could begin
As the Canaries were again reborn,
Which led to the day the whole City
Was decked out in yellow and green,
To revel in yet one more triumph
A grander sight never was seen
The first goal in any new tier
Is always great when it arrives,
And ours came away in game one
From Wes Hoolahan, the pint-sized,
And although nothing special maybe
´twas a great weight off all of our minds,
And gave us and our lads belief
And provided some positive signs,
Those first wins both home and away
Soon followed, as we found our feet,
And soon we were showing the doubters
That we were quite able to compete,
But really the day which I thought
Showed we had arrived here for good,
Was up at Old Trafford, where we
Showed many, much of what we could,
And although we lost in the end
We gave ´em a really good scare,
And set up our trip to Anfield
Where again we played without a care,
And this time we got some reward
With our goal of the season so far,
Or one of them at least, I´d say
A thunderholt header under the bar,
And since then we´ve picked up some points
Consistently, both here and there,
Especially against those most likely
To be a threat later next year,
But the most positive sign of all
I think, has been how Lambert´s team,
Have together grown and improved
More than most could have possibly dreamed,
And he´s done it in such a new way
Defying all Premier League laws,
Not going out and spending millions
And that deserves all our applause,
And players with so much to prove
Who he´s brought in most recently,
Like Morison, Johnson, and Pilks
And Bennett, Naughton, and Tierney,
Have all excelled in this new league
Along with those already here,
Like Holty, Martin R and Wes
Still showing they´ve nothing to fear,
So we can look forward, I´d say
To two thousand and twelve gleefully,
There´s no reason why our progress
Should all just stop yet, believe me. OTBC
The year started off with a bang
Beating the then leaders at home,
And while we all rejoiced, Warnock
Did what he does best, and that´s moan,
And although we couldn´t know then
That both we and they would, in May,
Pinch both of the automatic spots
We knew it was a significant day,
And exactly one month further on
The 1st of Feb, saw us again,
At home, versus Millwall, a game
Won with a goal right at the end,
A trait which then followed us through
At Carrow Road right to the wire,
As second half added time proved
The spark that ignited our fire,
v Reading it happened there too
After pressing and pressing all game,
Who else but Holt should be on hand
To ensure all three points in the frame,
But then in a patch with some draws
Came two games which I enjoyed so,
The first, Barnsley and THAT Crofts goal
The ´Goal of the Year´, would you know,
A left footed volley so sweet
Good enough to grace the PL,
And although we weren´t there just yet
Belief was growing, you could tell,
Then up against Swedish Sven´s team
In Leicester on a midweek night,
I remember it still clearly now
For some quite extraordinary sights,
A headed goal by mighty Wes
The smallest on the pitch by far,
Then a winner by Wilbraham A
Who was picked up on Ruddy´s radar,
But maybe the strangest of all
After Holty had buried the pen,
A tribute to Barnett´s wee bairn
Being cradled by all our team´s men,
And so into April and May
Two critical months of the year,
It began with Nelson´s return
With Scunny, who deserved his cheers,
But we were all cheering our lads
At the end of a 6-0 defeat,
And hoping that Swansea away
Would provide us all with a repeat,
No luck, I´m afraid but quite soon
Came four games which well sealed our prize,
And epitomised the skill and fight
Our lads had all shown, in our eyes,
Four memorable wins including
A 5-1 treat at Portman Road,
And the start of the Jackson S. show
Where he really sparkled and glowed,
His late, late winner against Rams
To wrap up his hattrick was gold,
But nothing compared to the one
At Pompey, which caused them to fold,
And who can forget those great scenes
At Fratton Park that Monday night,
So many shedding joyous tears
At our return to the top flight,
Then after a final league game
The reality really did dawn,
And the celebrations could begin
As the Canaries were again reborn,
Which led to the day the whole City
Was decked out in yellow and green,
To revel in yet one more triumph
A grander sight never was seen
The first goal in any new tier
Is always great when it arrives,
And ours came away in game one
From Wes Hoolahan, the pint-sized,
And although nothing special maybe
´twas a great weight off all of our minds,
And gave us and our lads belief
And provided some positive signs,
Those first wins both home and away
Soon followed, as we found our feet,
And soon we were showing the doubters
That we were quite able to compete,
But really the day which I thought
Showed we had arrived here for good,
Was up at Old Trafford, where we
Showed many, much of what we could,
And although we lost in the end
We gave ´em a really good scare,
And set up our trip to Anfield
Where again we played without a care,
And this time we got some reward
With our goal of the season so far,
Or one of them at least, I´d say
A thunderholt header under the bar,
And since then we´ve picked up some points
Consistently, both here and there,
Especially against those most likely
To be a threat later next year,
But the most positive sign of all
I think, has been how Lambert´s team,
Have together grown and improved
More than most could have possibly dreamed,
And he´s done it in such a new way
Defying all Premier League laws,
Not going out and spending millions
And that deserves all our applause,
And players with so much to prove
Who he´s brought in most recently,
Like Morison, Johnson, and Pilks
And Bennett, Naughton, and Tierney,
Have all excelled in this new league
Along with those already here,
Like Holty, Martin R and Wes
Still showing they´ve nothing to fear,
So we can look forward, I´d say
To two thousand and twelve gleefully,
There´s no reason why our progress
Should all just stop yet, believe me. OTBC
