You reap what you sow.

You reap what you sow.

We all kind of knew it would come to this day

We went in our thousands for Shelbourne away

A tremendous season, correct curtain call

The buses were filled up in no time at all

A convoy of sorts, support would be vital

We’d have taken promotion but wanted the title

Holy trinity guarded pub door command post

The father, the son and the clubs holy ghost

There redgav and dunnocks and tiktok ran rule

You can make up your own mind as to who was who

Slightly surreal but I just couldn’t tell

Would this be the gates of heaven or hell?

Into the ground, we joined our merry band

As we pretty much filled their Riverside Stand

The rest of the ground looked quite sparse to compare

As two thousand City fans gathered in prayer

Four minutes in and that roof it was lifted

Duffer slammed home, into dreamland we drifted

Then who came along and unloaded his cartridge

But that handsome young lad from the family Partridge

Though Shels were on top, we survived the critique

Chocolate wrists had been kept in the freezer all week

Them winning the league, it would sting like a thistle

We were secretly wishing “Blow the bloody whistle”

Derek ran in the corner, I couldn’t quite see

How would he cross, with his hands on his knees?

He traversed to perfection that spherical threat

 Which Graham directed right into the net

That was the point it all went to slow motion

Trepidation followed by frenzied commotion

Missing person announcement throughout the ground

The run of myself was nowhere to be found

Jumping and screaming we all did embrace

Elation as tears they just flowed down my face

The repetitive stadium announcer ignored

As onto the pitch the City fans poured

Wandering around hugging friends, hugging strangers

Despite my dear mother having warned of the dangers

Last time I hugged Moses twas in May ninety three

This time he ne’er squeezed all the life out of me

To stop off in Durrow, driver we did sweeten

For the nicest bag of chips I ever had eaten

The following morning slightly under the weather

Trying to piece the night before together

All the memories about my head they did roam

No idea of the hour or what time I got home

But I knew this is our club, that bit was vital

This Foras run club had just lifted the title

We did it, we went to Shelbourne and won 2-1 with a goal in the 94th minute.
A complete fairy tale, justification for all the hard work.

I hope this goes a little way to conveying how the evening went.
If not, then watch this.