If you can keep your head when listening to P & G
And Giddings is calling you a moron on RS;
If you can Happy clap on the Forum when Fiery and Micalijo doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait for Blackie to be sacked and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied to by the club, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated by Leeds, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream of the PL - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think of a derby win - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Play off Final disaster
And treat Pigs and Play off defeat just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth Strappon's spoken
Twisted by the spinmeister to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the Blades you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools (Jordan Stewart;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of Championship play offs,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To support Blackwell until it becomes unbearable,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Soon He'll be gone";
If you can sing in non singing areas,
Or sing the GCB without reading the lyrics on the big screen follow;
If neither pigs, shammers or dingles can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill a Tuesday night
With 90 mins worth of footballing dross -
Yours is the Lane and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Blade my son!
