Here, on a new PL eve We´re judged to have no chance again, At least by those so-called football experts With views they´re so eager to pen And alright, the chances are slim That the title will end our way, After the next nine months´, or so, exertions Bring us once again round to May But very few gurus, it seems Expect us to retain our seat, When that time arrives, and are forecasting too For us, an opening day defeat Now I´d say we´re better equipped Than when we last made the step up, Under that other Scot with management skills Which caused others quite a hiccup And to my mind, Mister A. Neil Has potential to be as good, If not better than his Scottish predecessor With what he´s shown under the hood So we´ve all been here once before Supporters and players alike, Chances written off before we begin Does nothing but strengthen our psyche This journey is one I´ll enjoy Whatever the outcome in May, Pitting our wits against this country´s best Doesn´t get any better, I´d say. OTBC - INIT
