"Not in my lifetime. Now it's every time." G. Mowbray
I dug this out of my notes.
I wrote it back in December 2017 after beating 2-1 at their place I think. Mourinho was manager I think.
So much of it holds true now.
With “Not in my lifetime “ echoing still,
In the paint needing halls of the Swamp.
On his second bottle of wine,
And a fist full of pills,
He remembers past days in their pomp.
You’re showing us up for just what we are,
What we were except for one thing.
It all was much better when I was in charge,
And everyone thought I was king.
With them breaking records and us breaking nowt,
We’re pretenders consigned to our tomb.
It’s all fun and games ‘til an eye’s taken out.
Just stay in your own dressing room.
You should have shown more before our home crowd,
Deflections and lies of bare face.
Complaining about the ref and the music’s too loud.
Just wait ‘til we go around their place.
They’ll eat you alive, You’re not up to the task,
Why the hell did I ever agree.
You’re no better than Moyes or the Dutch Horse’s ass.
They’ll smell blood and go on a goal spree.
I’ll finish this glass and pop a few pills,
But nothing can ever dull this pain.
That crowd across the road are serving the thrills,
While we serve up piss in the rain.
You’re lucky you only were hit with sour milk,
When you ran into Eddie and Delph.
I’m sick of the sight of you and your ilk.
Get out or I’ll bottle you myself.