Manchester City were the team of the moment,
they came to the Lane and endured some torment

Six wins out of six, so far, thus the record showed
But records are for breaking, their progress to be slowed

Pep Guardiola, the total football man
watched his scheme go right down the pan

Against a Tottenham side a few key men down
the pundits said against City we would surely drown

to Navas, Aguero, Silva and all their silky skills
but they couldn’t keep the ball, that was the first of their ills.

Spurs were right at them, in their faces all
from the moment of the kick-off, their fans to enthral

We pushed them hard, pressed them high
nipped their ankles, bit their thighs (poetic license; figurative)

City looked jaded, lost and well off the money
Gave the ball away so much at times it was quite funny

Then amazingly we went a goal to the good,
Didn’t matter who scored, just that we could

Devilish Danny swung the ball in from the wing
It hit poor Aleks Kolarov, the Serbian he did sting

Yet still the Spurs came swarming, with pace and energy and style
City were lost at sea, coming second by a mile

After half time we became the gift that kept on giving
Another goal, Dele Alli, Pep inclined to be less forgiving

Then we defended, in heaven and on earth
blocking, tackling, marking, for all that we were worth

A penalty miss but other than the frustration
it didn’t spoil the win that thrilled the entire nation (the important parts of it, at least)

The Arse went up to Burnley, won with the very last kick
Which was actually the very last ‘hand’, its enough to make you sick.

We’ve got more clean sheets than the Premiere Inn
So the inevitable hope and belief now has to begin

What a wonderful start to the new year of the Jews
A big ‘shona tova’ and let’s break out the booze.

A xxxx