Come on, boys!
For everyone in our recent history, for me, for everyone, for Stephen Ireland's pink wheels trims, for Wimblydon the Carrington Cat, for Maine Road, for the tallest floodlights in the football league, for Marc, for Richard Dunne's countless own-goals, for Sun Jihai's own goal against Middlesbrough to lose us a game in which we had over 70% possession and they had 0 shots, for that Transfer Deadline Day, for Robinhos free-kick against Chelsea, for Stephen Ireland's last minute volley against Reading to win us the game, for Darius Vassell, for the fans on the fishing trawler on the way to the Faroe Islands, for the 17,200 that turned up against FC Midtjylland, for the days where Giorgious Samaras had our hopes pinned on him, for the 6-1 at Burnely, for Crouch's goal to deny us Champions' League football, for turning up in the blistering cold to watch us get smashed by one a Leicester side that were relegated at the end of that season, for Beanie the Horse, for finishing mid-table every season, for our lack of ambition according to Sylvain Distin and Joey Barton, for Bolton finish above us, for every Derby day victory, for the Goat, for Kinky, for all the shit we've had to put up with.
Let's just do this twice more. We're two wins from the impossible.