When Sunday comes
We’re off to Leeds. It could be worse.
The week in claret and blue
In which we win a trophy or two.
The week in claret and blue
Looking round wondering what to do with yourself.
Second time lucky
We’re going back to Bruges. The result will be different.
The week in claret and blue
In which we barely stopped for breath.
The week in claret and blue
It was a bit windy as well.
The week in claret and blue
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Entering the Ice Age
We’re going to Newcastle. Eventually we’ll be coming back.
The week in claret and blue
Turning the corner into another dead end.
The week in claret and blue
There’s been better ones.