I wander lonely as a cloud,
The Yale Stand is empty and longs for a crowd,
The Kop is awash with a sea of bright red,
The new stand is glowing like the eyes of the dead.

When up steps young Hector, so brave and so strong,
To take the kick which will end in a song,
He runs up so fast and over it blasts,
The Kop faithful cry 'If only he'd passed'.

The last minutes come, and thy will be done,
On comes Corrazin, and here starts the fun,
3-1 becomes 3-3 and we all know inside:
This would be the season Division Two died.