Ditto

[NotStickingItIn]

There once was a day when fame cried, "bloody hell it's Johnson"
In time from the men he'd bide, the goal was full of late ransom
The wish was higher than thought in a tale that brought less taught
Tis a menace to tell of this tail that simply should not have prevailed
Thy cries in defense and in strikers made little difference from fans like us
The people did shout and stand tall with deaf ears heard none but us all
Now it is time for the change when people can give this club gains
This ditto we take from the past that which should never be last