The story, as it is, repeats,
A roadmap followed to defeats,
In which Town dominate possession,
A constant impotent procession.
They may press on, and may advance,
But seldom carve a worthy chance,
Just crosses swung from either side,
Work it forward, work it wide.
Newcastle stand, Newcastle wait,
Compact, and able to frustrate,
As often when they visit here,
Think back to the promotion year.
And while the game plan hasn’t failed,
The season slowly comes derailed,
For football is not just control,
You cannot win without a goal.