It’s Saturday, it’s almost three
There’s talk and hope of victory
We cross the bridge, our ground in sight
And head towards our sacred light
With fingers crossed, we dare to dream
Of glory days, of love supreme
No race, religion, sex or age
No lower rank, no higher wage
We rise and fall together, as one
Red army, marching on and on
Prokofiev ignites the crowd
We rise united, standing proud
The boys run out to start the show
We’re up for this, we’re ready to go
Excitement mounts and tempers flare
It’s here to win for those who dare
The pride and passion, love and fear
Emotions flowing through the Wear
Our boys are prepped, they know the drill
Oh! Just one flash of brilliant skill
We urge them on, we must attack
Yet keep it solid at the back
With pulses raised and voices loud,
Beyond compare, these fans, this crowd
An answered prayer, a lucky bet
And suddenly we’re in the net
We jump, we sing, we hug, we shout
No holding back, it all comes out
For in this one brief moment here
All trials and woes just disappear
How stoically our boys defend
Warriors, battling to the end
As Elvis echoes through the stands
Our neck hairs rise up with our hands
Some folks don’t understand the fuss
Or why it means so much to us
But, three points earned will ease the pain
When Monday blues return again
Then life will go on just the same
For, after all, it’s only a game.
