Written by SpiritOfJohn on Saturday, 21st Apr 2018 08:37
Just like Jonas Knudsen I find myself pining for the good old days of the Mick McCarthy era. This current wave of optimism sweeping over the club must surely end soon and come crashing down around us. One day, maybe sooner maybe later, you will also feel some nostalgia for those halcyon days under McCarthy. With these thoughts in mind, here is a tribute to the great man and his legacy:
Those were the days of Super Mick
We played a style of football
We copied our rival's formation
Before and after every game
Portman Road was feeling empty
Mick was a canny manager
He saved us from the drop
He sorted out the mess
The players loved him dearly
We will miss you Super Mick
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