Martin fairwell

Remember night-time’s shadows fleeing from the light,
Remember worn and hooded eyes given back their sight,
Remember hearts that craved a time of dreams that might come true
Remember when our MON arrived and said to me and you.

I will do what’s in my gift
I’ll do what’s in my power
To bring some glory to our club
Cometh the man so cometh the hour.

Remember Petta seeing off Fernando’s flailing kicks
Remember Sutton’s piercing strikes and Petrov’s box of tricks
Remember Henrik’s goals of gold and vanquished foreign foes
Remember Thommo, Hartson too as they dealt their stinging blows.

I will do what’s in my gift
I’ll do what’s in my power
To bring some glory to our club
Cometh the man so cometh the hour.

Remember Basle’s ashes from which our Phoenix flew
Remember Blackburn, Vigo, and Stuttgart holding true
Remember down in Scouseland when glory fed our soul
Remember Boavista and that startling winning goal!

I will do what’s in my gift
I’ll do what’s in my power
To bring some glory to our club
Cometh the man so cometh the hour.

But most of all remember, a man of iron will
A man who gave us with our team that vision called Seville,
A man who bent for no-one, who raised our name in lights
Our man, our Mon, our manager, with you we scaled the heights!

I will do what’s in my gift
I’ll do what’s in my power
To bring some glory to club
Cometh the man so cometh the hour.

Thankyou Martin!