The Treble

a poem by tobias kerins, UK

1999 was the year of the treble
When a certain team won all the medals
They came from the north and were all dressed in red
Of course, the one and only, Manchester United

The first one they won was the Carling Premiership
Arsenal, by one point, they managed to pip
Thirty eight games with only thirteen draws
Three sad losses, but twenty two great applause

They scored many goals, they had eighty for
Forest were defeated, 1-8 the biggest score
Seventy nine points to win the Premiership
Coasting to glory, bar three little slips

Next came the cup, the AXA FA Cup
To be sure this time, no slip up
Middlesbrough they beat and then mighty Liverpool
Fulham were next, destined to fall

Chelsea were next on the onward roll
And then it was Arsenal, remember the goal
His name was Giggs, he nearly ran the length of the field
And in the roof of the net, the ball he neatly concealed

So the twin towers of Wembley is where they were destined
For United it was like a second home of resting
Newcastle were the opponents - could be plenty of goals
Man United 2-0, Sheringham and Scholes

So the FA Cup, number two on their list
This was a double not to be missed
The treble was on, did they have the nerve
Calm, cool and collected, they did not swerve

Off to the Nou Camp in sunny, old Spain
To see if they could win again
A Champions League Final, it had been a long time
And with ninety minutes gone, United had a mountain to climb

Beckham took the corner and the ball curled in
Sheringham connected with a deadly swing
He had Sharp on his shirt as he gave it a whack
And sharp he was, the ball was in the net at the back

Another Beckham corner, into the six yard box
And in stepped Ole, as sly as a fox
His boot hit the ball and flew goalward bound
The Germans were beaten, not making a sound

Schmeichal did a cartwheel, United had won
Never before had a treble been done
I doubt very much whether I'll see this again
For as long as I watch the beautiful game

Dedicated to:
Ronnie Wallwork, Johnathan Greening, Jordi Cruyff,
Wes Brown, Andy Cole, David Beckham, David May,
Nicky Butt, Ryan Giggs, Dwight Yorke, Mark Wilson,
Phil Neville, Henning Berg, Teddy Sheringham,
Massimo Taibi, Raimond van der Gauw, Mark Bosnich,
Nick Culkin, Ronny Johnsen, Jaap Stam,
Danny Higginbotham, John Curtis, Mikael Silvestre,
Quintin Fortune, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, Roy Keane,
Gary Neville, Michael Clegg, Dennis Irwin, Peter Schmeichel
and Paul Scholes.
Dr Mike Stone, Jimmy Curran (masseur),
Albert Morgan (kit manager), Tony Coton (coach),
Jim Ryan (coach), Rob Swire (physio),
Steve McClaren (assistant manager)
and of course........SIR ALEX FERGUSON

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