Heads Up Guys N Gals

[bell824 34]

Found this somewere else thought I'd repost,

BLUENOSES ARE BORN, NOT MANUFACTURED

WE DO NOT CHOOSE, WE ARE CHOSEN

THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND, NEED NO EXPLANATION

THOSE WHO DON'T UNDERSTAND, DON'T MATTER.

Let me tell you the tale of a Sunday in May,

We were two points behind Celtic with one game to play.

The tims had been crowing “The title's in the bag,

We've won the league again, fly the flag, fly the flag. "

They would be taught a lesson they'll always remember,

Don't write off the Rangers, we never surrender.

We descended on Leith on the 22nd of May,

The waiting was over, it was judgment day.

With hope in our hearts and trannies in hand,

We packed ourselves into the Easter Road stand.

The ref blew the whistle, the action began,

A wave of excitement swept over the fans.

But half an hour in came the news we were dreading,

Sutton had scored, for 2nd place we were heading.

Soon half-time arrived and the score remained zero,

We looked to the heavens and prayed for a hero.

The teams re-emerged and the second half started,

Not one of our loyal fans had departed.

Then all of a sudden - a promising break,

Buffel to Novo who made no mistake.

1-0 to Rangers, we were off the mark,

Our attentions now turned to events at Fir Park.

Celtic were coasting as the minutes ticked by,

They sang Championees and the Fields of Athenry.

But you and I know there was a sting in the tail,

For theirs is a club which is destined to fail.

Enter Scott MacDonald with an overhead kick,

Douglas is nowhere and Timmy is sick.

Their fans were despondent and looked to the skies,

But there was no solace there for their tear-stained eyes.

For a helicopter was approaching the ground,

But it sure wasn't landing, it was turning around.

Over on the touchline, O'Neill lost the plot,

Astonishingly brilliant, I think ****ing not!

Soon word reached Leith and the Rangers fans roared,

The players on the pitch knew that Motherwell had scored.

They kept possession, we awaited more news,

Tension gripped all of the red, white & blues.

Then two minutes later - a heart-warming sound,

Another eruption at our end of the ground.

2-1 to Motherwell and it had to be him,

MacDonald again, not bad for a Tim.

The final whistle sounded and the copter arrived,

This time it was landing with the SPL prize.

Strangers hugged strangers up and down the land,

As the words KEEP BELIEVING appeared in the stand

The singing began - “Cheer up Marty,

Come over to our place, we're having a party. "

And over at Ibrox, though minutes had passed,

A sea of red, white & blue had amassed.

Hundreds of bears lined Edmiston Drive,

The team bus arrived and the place came alive.

The party continued well into the night,

A reward for a season of courage and fight.

And I urge fellow bears to take heed of this rhyme,

As we find ourselves now in more difficult times.

Protest if you must at the current regime,

But unite on a Saturday and get behind the team.

When you're finding it hard to muster belief,

Think back to the day when the sun shone on Leith.

Cos like the moon landings and JFK,

We'll always remember that Sunday in May.

The odds were against us but we won the race,

Let the others come after us, we welcome the chase

Don't know who the original author is or if it's been posted before but it sure brought a smile to my face.

[TheBoyDave 123]

Don't know who the original author is or if it's been posted before but it sure brought a smile to my face.

Brought a smile to my face too.I thought we had blown it then,I was up in Glasgow that day with my friend had been getting updates on the scores and I did not see the tims slipping up.Was great to see all the gutted tims up near the barras.I asked one of them what the final score was he said "2-1 Motherwell F***ing Scott McDonald,unbelievable" to which I replied"Thats terrible" with a big grin on my face happy days.

[Escobar 13,676]

Re-post.

Still brilliant.

I wrote it.