The 16th of May 2001,
Roma and Barca already gone,
The travelling Red Army went onto Germany,
Predictions of goals, four or three
These Spainiards wouldn't get in our way,
We'd win the treble; this would be our day,
We'd already won the cups all three,
We'd show the media; oh they'd see
It started of great on that mild summers night,
Babbel made their defense look so shite,
A brilliant header to send us one-up,
After this goal it was deffo our cup
Alaves never knew what hit 'em, hanging on the rope,
With St Mick and Emile they couldn't cope,
The Red Army started to get in full flow,
They sang of the glory to which we shall go
A great ball from Michael; their defense split,
Straight through to Stevie and the shot well hit,
Two-nil up, oh, what a sight,
The Spanish couldn't handle the Mighty Red's might
Dan Eggen went off; up to now it was a blur,
Alonso came on, but we didn't care,
Little did we know about this brave Alaves fight,
The drama unfolding under the Dortmund floodlight
Alonso scored, a brilliant cross,
Now it was the Redmen under the cosh,
But as St Mick went to have a shot,
The referee points to the penalty spot.
We'd sang Gary's name all through the week,
Without him the end of the year would have been bleak,
A cool penalty, a song now made,
Surely the Alaves boys would fade
Half time came; our breath drawn back,
But concentration for 10 minutes is what we did lack,
Two good goals from Moreno sent us in despair,
It's no ####in wonder half the Kop's got no hair!
But on came our hero, the Toxy scally,
His dancing run, finished with glee,
The story was set; God's won the cup,
As it was, till an ex-Manc popped up
Jordi Cruyff was booed all night,
From his Man U days, we thought he was shite,
He made the game go on some more,
How the hell did it get to four four?
Golden goal came, and nail biting,
These bloody Spaniards wouldn't stop fighting,
How did throw this lead away,
Maybe it wasn't to be our day
A free-kick given, a player goes,
In Gary Mac the taker's chose,
He whips in a cross; one final throw,
Then Delfi Geli became an unlikely hero
The relief, the joy, just being made up,
Our name was going back on the cup,
This was my Roma, my Paris too,
All thanks to Gerard; who now was my hero through
Everybody played their part; all 14 players great,
And after all the nine goals, the cup was our fate,
As Robbie and Sami lifted the cup high,
I'm sure Billy and Bob were smiling up high.
