The fans were all nestled, snug in their blue,
Dreaming of Blake’s saves, so steady and true.
And Curtin’s departure, still fresh in our minds,
Had us rallying together, with banners and signs.
Dreaming of Blake’s saves, so steady and true.
And Curtin’s departure, still fresh in our minds,
Had us rallying together, with banners and signs.
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I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the capo stand, I flew like a flash,
Raised high my SoB scarf and prepared for the clash.
Gave the luster of victory to this magical night.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Gazdag’s finesse, with defenders in fear.
I knew in a moment, this would be our trick.
More rapid than rivals, our players they came,
And the crowd whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
On McGlynn! On Sullivan! Let’s make this imperial!
And anchoring the line, with a move smooth and slick,
The wall in the back, Ian Glavinović!”
Playing with purpose, a true guiding light.
With strength and precision, he carried the play,
Like the candles that burn through each Hanukkah day.
We pushed through defenders, with that Philly flow.
So into the box the Union they flew,
With Gazdag’s perfect pass, and Baribo too.