Posted this on the not not 606 board but thought I'd air it here as well. A rework of something that I jinxed our playoff final with. The last time we played there I hadnââ¬â¢t been born A very long wait Often feeling forlorn But I stood on the bob bank A scarf did I wear Though so long ago When I used to have hair Many seasons went by When I watched from afar Sometimes at home And others in the bar Promotion, relegation A successful cup run I thought that your hobby Was supposed to be fun Then deep and dark days As we slipped down the tables The halcyon days Were surely fables For far too long now While the bluebirds have snored The teams all around us Have stood up and roared While Burnley and Hull Have showed us the way Our team has stuttered So no big pay day Then in eighty nine The head slapping started The Ayatollah dead But weââ¬â¢d not departed And out with the old guard in with the new chairmen and managers weââ¬â¢ve seen a few Sam spent all our money But set us on our way The later regime For that had to pay As in came the riddler And glum Davey Jones The team that we loved Was pared to the bones But DJ he stole And he begged and he borrowed The team he created in thousands we followed then a tearful last day as we lost at the owls 7th in the table I couldnââ¬â¢t stand the howls Come the following season In our brand new ground Malaysian investerââ¬â¢s The riddler had found A late run of form The playoffs secure Off to Wemberly The toxic allure A promising start Then off limps our Jay The tangerine army They ruined our day A cull of the weak Away walked young Joe But the bulk of our team They wanted another go With debts still outstanding No players could come Weââ¬â¢re under embargo Things are looking glum Our egg chaser Jenkins Worked on the finances Clearing the arrears Improving our chances And true to their word Our Malasian payers Supported DJ To get in some players DJ worked his list A couple of frees Loans from the premiership Soon followed these Some ground braking news From the squad of man city A young lad from Cardiff Is dropped without pity Craig wants to come home And be close to his kids Mancini didnââ¬â¢t consider Any other bids I could not believe it Could it be true Craig Bellamy playing In Cardiff City Blue The complaining started It was plain jealousy Other managers asking Why couldnââ¬â¢t it be me The trees wanted Whitts Derisory offers But heââ¬â¢s not for sale Weââ¬â¢ve enough in the coffers Weââ¬â¢ve strength in depth now For plans A, B and C We wonââ¬â¢t play for a point Because we want all three We were off to a flyer Ten points from four starts The whole squad we had Held close to our hearts A long season had started With tough games ahead One game at a time We must put to bed But November came By the Swans weââ¬â¢re defeated The start of a dip Another season repeated Then into the New Year A run of games unbeaten Results they are coming The prospects they sweeten A beast, he arrives With a JET on the wing And Rambo returns Oh, how we sing Expectations are rising With passion afire The playoffs expected Top two the desire Weââ¬â¢re near the top With teams on our tail Hold it together We mustnââ¬â¢t fail Apprehensively I write DJ, a message I send Please finish the job A fairy tale end
