Saturday, 5 November 2011

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.