Doom and gloom was the mood before a ball was kicked
To finish dead last was our fate all the experts picked
So many players gone, so many inexperienced new faces
No one knew who was going to play in which places
But we started with a win, then another and a draw
There we were in the table, sat in the top four
On the last day of September as we played we were able
To say that for seven short minutes we were top of the table
Then October came and a slide down did begin
As for the whole of the month we were unable to win
The winter months came full of ups and downs
One win, all smiles, followed by one loss and frowns
Then as the coldest spring came we began to hit form
And wins at home and more importantly away became the norm
By the start of April it was a playoff place we were in
Only for something akin to a golfer’s yips to begin
With one game left to play we dropped from seven to eight
And so out of our own hands was our promotion fate
The last game was won, the team had done their bit
Into the playoffs we went as one of our rivals took a hit
MK Dons were the opponents, a home three nil win
Away in dreamland, five one victory, get MK in the bin
Wembley here we come for the first time in our history
That tickets sold so fast was no kind of mystery
At Wembley the nerves are with us, it’s cagey, we score
Orsi, then Kelly, and it could well have been more
The final whistle goes, we have won and been promoted
What a way to end the season, feeling so elated.
Come on you reds.