a poem I made about the day;
the day that City fans will always remember,
was the 23rd day of September,
when Man Utd came to Maine Rd,
we were in for a hiding or so we were told,
but nobody told them about our young team,
the kind of side one can only dream,
all the boys played out of their skin,
urged on by the fans and manager Machin,
Oldfield and Morley scored in quarter of an hour,
after utd thugs had turned the game sour,
then Bishop scored the 3rd before half time,
which left utd with a mountain to climb,
then had the interval we all had a drink,
wondering what they'd write in the Football Pink,
then Beardsmore crossed for Hughes to score,
but shortly after Oldfield made it 4,
the best one of all was the fifth goal,
with Bishop and White playing a starring role,
crossing for Hinchliffe to score with a bullet,
who needed players like Ruud Gullitt,
wheres all the utd fans the kippax shouted,
all gone home,well and truly routed.