If……
If you can lose your head when all about you
Are keeping theirs and chuckling at you,
If you think t’season’s over ‘cos we lost two
If things get worse I wonder what you’ll do?
If you can’t wait and get fed up of waiting,
Or being lied about who’s buying t’club
If you think Dozy’s really got the Shekels
You’ve probably spent too much time in the pub.
If you can dream we’re owned by 2 rich bastards,
Ploughing billions of their cash into the Lane
No doubt they’ll be called ‘Triumph and Disaster’
Let’s treat those 2 imposters just the same.
If you can’t bear to hear the news from Bettis,
Twisted lies to make us feel like fools,
Or watch the club you gave your life to, broken,
A patched-up squad that look like worn-out tools.
If you can’t see when we’ll return to winning.
If you think Hecky couldn’t give a toss,
Go back & think about your Blades beginning,
We’ve had our share of winning and of loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To keep the faith when all hope seems it’s gone,
And hold on when it feels there’s nothing in you
Except the Will which says ‘We will hold on!’
If you come to the Lane & keep on singing
Stay grounded & not lose the common touch,
No Wendy fans nor loving friends can hurt you,
‘Cos all Blades count with you, but none too much.
If you can fill the silence and the minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of noise & fun
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Blade my son!
