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The anticipation in August we had
Was justified after day one,
And everyone, no doubt, was hoping we´d see
Far more of the same sort of fun,
How little did we know, at that time, in fact
Where we´d be, when the year was done
We were swinging too in September with wins
But not quite enough, it soon proved,
Our earlier, much revered, Scottish leader
Was beginning to become unloved,
But just at that moment, the powers that were
Were remaining completely unmoved
Optimism faded in the October winds
As one too many points blew away,
It all culminated down on the south coast
With a wholly forgettable day,
And perhaps the point in this season of woe
When we knew we were destined to stay
November came and left with a numbing cold
Pointless, in each sense of the word,
And with each blank drawn, the pressure did mount
As boss and board were put to the sword,
Defiant to the last though, they all stood their ground
Arm in arm, and in one accord
The dark of December was sparked into life
But soon petered out once again,
And antagonism from media and fans
Was reaching unheard of heights, then,
Christmas passed almost without notice too
No goodwill here, towards our men
Would January help rejuvenate the side
Well after one game we hoped so,
But after two or three more, the signs were there
The answer, a resounding, no,
The call from the stands, so unrelenting now
" That oaf, Alex Neil, must go "
As February ploughed forlornly its furrow
Frustrations were mounting apace,
How could the board salvage anything from this year
And at the same time save some face,
Promotion had long since faded well away
Even pride was hardly staying in place
A memorable March, it wasn´t in any way
Although, thinking back now, I lie,
For those wanting change, they were pleasantly surprised
As one Alex Neil waved goodbye,
And not only that, but a restructuring
Was promised by those up on high
So attractive April, for some augured well
With the thoughts of some faces new,
Webber for one, and on the footballing front
A. Irvine, A. Neil´s number two,
Performances too, have improved, if too late
But still it amounts to too few
A miserable May, whether win, lose or draw
In that month´s remaining home game,
For those who had wanted so very much more
The year has ended up lame,
But promise, perhaps, of a few better things
If the new look set-up can take aim
But as a believer, I´ll wait first to see
If all these changes do bear fruit,
For any success is reliant upon
Being able to defend and shoot,
However, great oaks don´t appear overnight
So we may just need time to take root. OTBC
Was justified after day one,
And everyone, no doubt, was hoping we´d see
Far more of the same sort of fun,
How little did we know, at that time, in fact
Where we´d be, when the year was done
We were swinging too in September with wins
But not quite enough, it soon proved,
Our earlier, much revered, Scottish leader
Was beginning to become unloved,
But just at that moment, the powers that were
Were remaining completely unmoved
Optimism faded in the October winds
As one too many points blew away,
It all culminated down on the south coast
With a wholly forgettable day,
And perhaps the point in this season of woe
When we knew we were destined to stay
November came and left with a numbing cold
Pointless, in each sense of the word,
And with each blank drawn, the pressure did mount
As boss and board were put to the sword,
Defiant to the last though, they all stood their ground
Arm in arm, and in one accord
The dark of December was sparked into life
But soon petered out once again,
And antagonism from media and fans
Was reaching unheard of heights, then,
Christmas passed almost without notice too
No goodwill here, towards our men
Would January help rejuvenate the side
Well after one game we hoped so,
But after two or three more, the signs were there
The answer, a resounding, no,
The call from the stands, so unrelenting now
" That oaf, Alex Neil, must go "
As February ploughed forlornly its furrow
Frustrations were mounting apace,
How could the board salvage anything from this year
And at the same time save some face,
Promotion had long since faded well away
Even pride was hardly staying in place
A memorable March, it wasn´t in any way
Although, thinking back now, I lie,
For those wanting change, they were pleasantly surprised
As one Alex Neil waved goodbye,
And not only that, but a restructuring
Was promised by those up on high
So attractive April, for some augured well
With the thoughts of some faces new,
Webber for one, and on the footballing front
A. Irvine, A. Neil´s number two,
Performances too, have improved, if too late
But still it amounts to too few
A miserable May, whether win, lose or draw
In that month´s remaining home game,
For those who had wanted so very much more
The year has ended up lame,
But promise, perhaps, of a few better things
If the new look set-up can take aim
But as a believer, I´ll wait first to see
If all these changes do bear fruit,
For any success is reliant upon
Being able to defend and shoot,
However, great oaks don´t appear overnight
So we may just need time to take root. OTBC