THE latest Friday slice of poetry from Crystal Palace fan James Miller, aka the Bard of Selhurst Park...
Some Fans Fickle, Some hide, some snide,
Eagles wear their shirts with pride.
Third goal scored, the final nail,
But the weather forecast a Dwight force Gayle.
3-0 down, Selhurst still sings,
Delaney's shot deflects and swings.
Ten to play, still two to score,
But Liverpool now insecure.
Bolasie's kick, ran into space,
Left reds behind, such immence pace.
Roars down the pitch, in such good form,
For Dwight to cause a Gayle storm.
Now nine to play, time on the clock,
To equalise, surprise and shock.
Consolation no, belief restored,
South London roared as Gayle scored.
Ultimate fightback, back against the ropes,
All but destroying the Reds' title hopes.
Bottom to 11th and 11 points clear.
Pulis a must for manager of the year.
Played 37 and one to play,
Amazing year, top flight we stay.
So end the season on a high,
Watching London's Eagle fly.
