‘Twas the Night After Christmas
‘Twas the night after Christmas, inside Stamford Bridge,
Not a creature was stirring, pints stocked in the fridge.
The stockings were hung by the lockers with care,
Alongside blue jerseys and boots by the pair.
Supporters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of trophies danced in their heads.
Antonio and Roman, they chatted away,
Of topping the Cherries the very next day.
When out on the pitch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my slumber to see what was the matter.
Down to old Fulham I flew like a flash,
And once there I was greeted by Cesc Fabregas.
The moon shone so bright, though there wasn’t any snow,
It gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a giant blue flag flying high and carefree.
Then out from the tunnel, so lively and quick,
Came the rest of the boys, to run, pass and kick.
More rapid than eagles, the Blues they came,
Conte whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Costa! Now Cahill! Now Hazard and Luiz!
"On Alonso! On Willian! On Kante and Azpi!
"At the top of the table! Do not waver or stall,
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
“Through Red Devils and Spurs and Gunners we’ll fly,
When we meet with an obstacle, we’ll take to the sky!”
Their passes were sharp, as crisp as night air,
Smiling and laughing and playing without care.
As I gazed right upon them, and was turning around,
A ball sped toward me with barely a sound.
I steeled myself as it shot through the sky,
Swung my right foot and volleyed it high.
Hazard trapped it and sprinted without breaking his stride,
He turned and he twisted then he ran it inside.
A phantom defender dared a desperate late hack,
But Eden soon put the lame ghost on his back.
With a flick of his foot, the ball skipped ‘cross the grass,
And in a blur of night magic, Diego finished with class.
The keeper dove gamely, but the stage had been set,
The ball was sent bouncing in the back of the net.
We jumped and we shouted and howled at the moon!
For the Boxing Day match would be here quite soon.
Then suddenly, in a flash, they vanished without word,
No more singing, or laughing, or jokes could be heard.
For tomorrow, right here, we shall battle, we shall fight.
But for now…Happy Christmas, and to all a good night.