I know you´re all hoping to batter
Arsenal tonight,
But don´t go forget the small matter
Of our impending fight,
For when we visit Saturday
We´ll hope to have some fun,
But we know if you really play
Then it could leave us numb,
Although when last we were up there
Not far from your fine home,
We gave your cousins quite a scare
In their Old Trafford dome,
And though we´re hoping that the same
Might just happen again,
I fear that this will be a game
We land in the deep end,
But, nothing ventured, nothing gained
I´m sure Lambert has said,
His will to win has never waned
Since he´s been at our head,
And these occasions are the sort
That we´ve worked hard to get,
They´re not something that can be bought
Nor easy to forget,
So fear not, we´ll enjoy the day
Come rain or sunny climes,
And our Canary band away
Will hope that our play shines,
And not forget to turn their backs
If, in a scoring role,
We find ourselves, from an attack
The sight of which, is droll,
But we´ll not stay that way for long
Ignoring our fine men,
In case we really are on song
And should just score again,
Just think if we should fail to see
Soon after the restart,
A shot or header, gleefully
Go sailing in past Hart,
But we´re not that silly down here
To expect that we´ll win,
What would bring us the greatest cheer
Is not to end up skinned,
But should a miracle occur
So that we hold our own,
For the whole game, then I am sure
Lambert would get a throne,
So as always, when signing off
I hope we get a game,
That ebbs and flows between our profs
That´s worthy of the name,
And at the end, if there should be
A win to either side,
I hope Lambert and Mancini
Both feel a sense of pride.
Yours very twitchingly,
Arsenal tonight,
But don´t go forget the small matter
Of our impending fight,
For when we visit Saturday
We´ll hope to have some fun,
But we know if you really play
Then it could leave us numb,
Although when last we were up there
Not far from your fine home,
We gave your cousins quite a scare
In their Old Trafford dome,
And though we´re hoping that the same
Might just happen again,
I fear that this will be a game
We land in the deep end,
But, nothing ventured, nothing gained
I´m sure Lambert has said,
His will to win has never waned
Since he´s been at our head,
And these occasions are the sort
That we´ve worked hard to get,
They´re not something that can be bought
Nor easy to forget,
So fear not, we´ll enjoy the day
Come rain or sunny climes,
And our Canary band away
Will hope that our play shines,
And not forget to turn their backs
If, in a scoring role,
We find ourselves, from an attack
The sight of which, is droll,
But we´ll not stay that way for long
Ignoring our fine men,
In case we really are on song
And should just score again,
Just think if we should fail to see
Soon after the restart,
A shot or header, gleefully
Go sailing in past Hart,
But we´re not that silly down here
To expect that we´ll win,
What would bring us the greatest cheer
Is not to end up skinned,
But should a miracle occur
So that we hold our own,
For the whole game, then I am sure
Lambert would get a throne,
So as always, when signing off
I hope we get a game,
That ebbs and flows between our profs
That´s worthy of the name,
And at the end, if there should be
A win to either side,
I hope Lambert and Mancini
Both feel a sense of pride.
Yours very twitchingly,


but then again that´s probably wishful thinking. Still one this though, where anything is a bonus. 
