There once was a fan called Ken Airey
Who wanted the best for his team,
So much so that at each Transfer Window time
He would always have the same dream
"Please let us keep all our best players
And sell off all of our dead wood,
At such a good price, so all manner of stars
Will descend upon Carrow Rud"
That really can´t be that much to ask
And surely easy to achieve,
Now that we´re a Premier League side full of cash
It ought to be simple to weave
But oh! oh! argh! argh! what frustration
As each year his dream fell apart,
It always seemed to him as if other teams
Already had made a head start...
...and nipped in to pick up a target
Who would have been well suited here,
Just because we dallied and fiddled around
Before we had our chequebook clear
But hang on a sec´ Mr. Airey
You´re living in dream land you know,
In the real world not much does go to plan
As year after year, transfers show
Even those clubs far more wealthy
Who might expect deals to go through,
Find they can´t just click their fingers these days
To make their transfer dreams come true
Now, with such inflated prices
And players demanding the earth,
It´s far from easy identifying
Someone who will then prove his worth
We know too well, to our own cost
Just how things can quickly backfire,
Big reputations and big transfer fees
Doesn´t guarantee they won´t be dire
So although you may feel deflated
That we´ve missed the boat once again,
This season´s yet to get out of first gear
So wait awhile to judge, Mr. Ken. OTBC - INIT
I´m sure there´s a little of Ken Airey in all of us, there certainly is in me, but we´ve proved we can survive plenty of Transfer Windows before, so why not again?
Who wanted the best for his team,
So much so that at each Transfer Window time
He would always have the same dream
"Please let us keep all our best players
And sell off all of our dead wood,
At such a good price, so all manner of stars
Will descend upon Carrow Rud"
That really can´t be that much to ask
And surely easy to achieve,
Now that we´re a Premier League side full of cash
It ought to be simple to weave
But oh! oh! argh! argh! what frustration
As each year his dream fell apart,
It always seemed to him as if other teams
Already had made a head start...
...and nipped in to pick up a target
Who would have been well suited here,
Just because we dallied and fiddled around
Before we had our chequebook clear
But hang on a sec´ Mr. Airey
You´re living in dream land you know,
In the real world not much does go to plan
As year after year, transfers show
Even those clubs far more wealthy
Who might expect deals to go through,
Find they can´t just click their fingers these days
To make their transfer dreams come true
Now, with such inflated prices
And players demanding the earth,
It´s far from easy identifying
Someone who will then prove his worth
We know too well, to our own cost
Just how things can quickly backfire,
Big reputations and big transfer fees
Doesn´t guarantee they won´t be dire
So although you may feel deflated
That we´ve missed the boat once again,
This season´s yet to get out of first gear
So wait awhile to judge, Mr. Ken. OTBC - INIT
I´m sure there´s a little of Ken Airey in all of us, there certainly is in me, but we´ve proved we can survive plenty of Transfer Windows before, so why not again?
Good summing up poem!