They travel down in full belief,
They travel down in number,
The recent weeks have given hope,
Of rise from recent slumber.
They see their side beginning well,
That chance that they’ve returned,
Pereyra, Deulofeu strike,
In twenty minutes – burned.
With that it’s gone, they can’t score twice,
Belief and hope are drained,
A third for Watford by the end,
Another game with nothing gained.
And hard recriminations flow,
That poison for another week,
“The Terriers have lost their bite”,
“For Huddersfield the winter’s bleak”.
So, where to go now? What to do?
The season starting when?
Not Halloween but Bonfire Night,
What horrors will come then?