by MALCOLM O'NEIL.

(Inspired by Homer - of Springfield not of the Iliad - and 40 years of Stuart Hall on Sports Report).

THAT Grand Old Team of York Were given a dubious pen And in a match that meant so much We were one-nil down again.

That Grand Old Team of York Had plenty of the ball But then our Wayne he leapt so high And the score became one all.

That Grand Old Team of York Fearful of Wayne Cantona's threat Twice repelled our hero's hammer So Wayne chipped it in the net.

Gone the ghosts of cup defeats York they won all three.

This day belongs to Morecambe We're off to Wembley.

Gone twin towers we loved so dear But it fills your heart with joy The shrimps will grace this stadium That befits the ancient Troy.

Beware of Grecians bearing gifts The Devonians are stout men A cross, A head, A Goal, Oh No!

We're one-nil down again.

Like Trojans the Shrimps hit back With a spot kick for foul play A double save thwarts our Wayne Is it going to be our day?

The Exeter fans begin to crow But like an arrow from Paris' bow The Shrimps out-sing our friendly foe With a Brazilian goal from our Thommo.

The Grecians toil, they give their all Attacking the Shrimps en mass The Shrimps like Trojans stand so tall This day they will not pass.

Then Thommo has one arrow pass left Carlton's marked by two Thommo finds young Danny Now we all depend on you.

Oh Danny Boy, Oh destiny is calling, From Christie Park and down Old Wembley Way Oh Danny Boy, Oh can you hear it calling Tis you Tis you must score and win the day.

Beware of Grecians no prisoners will they take But Danny turns on a Drachma And leaves them in his wake.

Cometh the hour, cometh The Man Cometh the hero, cometh our Dan.

He shows us his resilience Lungs bursting, rivers of sweat but no signs of fatigue He shows us his Braziliance With a thunderbolt that's in the net, and we're in the football league.