Twas his swearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Chancy's gone to Queensland, and we don't know where he are."
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Chancy Mori
Sydney's Gone a-driving and Adelaide's "downing Coopers" where will the Western glory go;
As the Rejects are slowly stringing, Chancy rides their singing,
For the Roar fan life has pleasures that the Melbourne townsfolk never know.
And the Roar hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him, Matt McKay
In the murmur of the breezes and the river and its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit goals extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars... Stan was not there... Bobby and Harnwell have no bite
Nothing happened in the first half. Then from 45 to 65 Glory put us under the pump. And held us there around the goal. Again and Again, Liam, Andrew, Seo, Grossman, Simon and Stuey saved us ... .... And Damian ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam. He followed like a bloodhound on their track, Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home, Perth... for the word had passed around - 'they're tanked get 'em.' And we turned defence into attack. They burned their 3 subs early but couldn't keep up. Dario and Ante came on for a great debut from Chris Grossman (what has he been doing on the Roar bench for 2 years?) and a back from injury Simon.
Then Damian, blowing up at us not giving him the shot, after shot - have we seen this before?, had a real partner in Ante and it was always on... Matty, Spase, Seo, Ante and King Mori all blasting away. Until, ....
hey its in
We are going to win. We're back. They have no time to waste. Thursday night its Newcastle for our second last home game. Pity we don't have more games in the northern humidity... (blame Robbie Williams) As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,... With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For Roarfolk have time to grow, but they have no time to waste.
Sorry Banjo, just too good to waste...