No northeast team has beaten the Addicks this season,
Faced with a round-trip of some 500 miles,
That was better than watching the game on the box,
In a ticker-tape welcome, reminiscent of Rio,
Pirouetting and feigning he constantly squirmed,
The opening exchanges saw the Boro on the ropes,
The look on McClaren’s face, resembling thunder,
The first half was wide open: that was certainly true,
It was a Cup-tie with everything and hugely beguiling,
Addicks replied: Southgate own-goal the ruling,
Had each side got a penalty I’d have certainly agreed,
Had Jimmy’s glancing header scored, he’d have surely been swaggering,
It’s difficult to imagine now, that just a few weeks’ back,
Just twenty years on from the sad liquidation,
(13-04-1006)
And that alone, for me, is one very good reason,
For Boro to go out tonight – no stuttering and stammering,
And get us to the semis by giving Charlton a hammering.
The Charlton fans’ faces weren’t all wreathed in smiles,
Then their club brilliantly thought up a unique approach,
They’d move all fans, for free, by ‘plane, train and coach.
Perhaps with a beer, or maybe some chocs,
The offer was accepted by 5000-plus fans,
A mixture of children, grandfathers and grans.
The only thing missing was the fan-dancer, Clio,
But we’d soon see Viduka, Boro’s own ballerina,
Score a goal fit to grace even the finest arena.
To fire home a rocket that victory’s confirmed,
Alan Shearer, no less, made his own observation,
He described The Duke’s strike as an Aussie “sensation.”
Until Rochemback, brilliantly, raised everyone’s hopes,
Sixty-three seconds later, Addicks pierced Boro’s armour,
It seemed we were in for another night of drama.
Mad, with just cause! We’d been ripped right asunder!
The capitulation was, truly, totally heart-rending,
Resulting from dreadful, abysmal defending.
Now the Boro lads need a good, stiff talking to,
As an F.A. Cup advert it is good for the heart,
With Charlton, no doubt, certainly playing their part.
But who, at the end of it all would be smiling?
Morrison scored then came one to devour,
Scored by Jimmy without back-lift but with quite awesome power.
Then up stepped Viduka and had everyone drooling,
Boro finally clinched it: got the tie in the locker,
We’d all witnessed from both sides some scintillating soccer.
But Boro won worthily, even Addicks concede,
Now only Hammers can stop Boro – and it’ll be awfully hard if,
We don’t go that step further, to the Final in Cardiff.
But Thomas Myhre’s wonder-save was absolutely staggering,
And credit, too, to Schwarzer, for his early purple patch,
The miracles that he performed kept Boro in the match.
Steve McClaren, in particular, was taking serious flak,
But, hopefully, it all ends now: this war of attrition,
Give credit where it’s due, to McClaren the Magician.
Mr. Gibson, in particular, has been the Boro’s salvation,
Steve McClaren’s reward, and I’ll bet my last bob,
Means he’s edging much nearer to the big England job.
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