Sanger om egne spillere

Både tidligere og nåværende. Og ja, de er jo selvsagt fortreffelige…

 

OLE, OLE, ANDER HERRERA

Ole Ole Ander Herrera

Ole Ole Ole Ola
Drink’s Estrella by the cask
Not Spanish he is Basque
Ole Ole Ole Ola

ANDERSON-SON-SON

Anderson-son-son
He’s better than Kleberson
Anderson-son-son
Our midfield magician
To the left, to the right
To the samba beat tonight
He is class with the brass
And he shits on Fabregas!

 

ADNAN JANUZAJ

I want to tell you, I might as well do,

About a boy who can do anything.

He comes from Belgium,

His name is Adnan; Januzaj Januzaj Januzaj.

 

DIMITAR BERBATOV

Melodi: Jesus Christ, Superstar

Dimitar Berbatov
One look at City and he said: «F*ck off!»

 

ASHLEY YOUNG

Nicky Butt har nøyaktig samme sang (navnet byttes ut, naturligvis)

Nanananananananana
Ashley, Ashley Young, Ashley Young
Aaaaaashley, Ashley Young

 

CHRIS SMALLING

Den storvokste midtstopperen som bare for noen få år tilbake
spilte for Maidstone fortjener naturligvis sin egen sang.

Smalling, Smalling, Smalling
And it’s Smalling of MUFC
He is big and he’s black
And he plays at the back
And it’s Smalling of MUFC

 

 

WES BROWN

 

Synges fortsatt flittig, selv om Brown har forlatt klubben.

He’s big, he’s bad, he’s Wesley Brown
He’s the hardest man in all the town
With orange hair beware
Come and have a go if you dare…

 

We’ve got Wesley Brown

Melodi: Knees up Mother Brown

We’ve got Wesley Brown, we’ve got Wesley Brown,
We’ve got Wesley, we’ve got Wesley,
We’ve got Wesley Brown, CAUSE (rep.)

 

MICHAEL CARRICK

Denne slo aldri virkelig til…

Melodi: Seasons in the sun

He can tackle, pass, head,
Michael Carrick is a Red.
Gerrard, Lampard, Fabregas,
Your not fit to wipe his arse!

 

På QPR Away i 2012/13-sesongen 
slo denne plutselig gjennom, etter kun å ha vært en pubsang i flere år.

It’s hard to believe it’s not Scholes,
It’s Carrick, you know…

 

DA SILVA-BRØDRENE

Er du en av dem som sliter (i alle fall gjorde det tidligere) 
med å se forskjell på Rafael og Fabio? Du er ikke den eneste..

Viva Da Silva
Viva Da Silva
Running down the pitch
Don’t know which is which
Viva Da Silva

 

DANNY WELBECK

Melodi: Skip to my Lou

Super, Super Dan
Super, Super Dan
Super, Super Dan
Super Danny Welbeck

 

RYAN GIGGS

He’s won it twelve times,
He’s won it twelve times,
That boy Giggsy,
He’s won it twelve times.

Giggs will tear you apart – again…

Dette er egentlig en gammel Joy Division-låt (Manchester-band) 
som har fått en liten vri.

Melodi: Love will tear us apart

Giggs, Giggs will tear you apart,
Again.
Giggs, Giggs will tear you apart,
Again….

Running down the wing

En eldre sang om Giggsys fortreffeligheter, driblende i rasende
fart nedover vingen, et strålende innlegg som skremmer vannet av 
City-spillere – og alle andre for den slags skyld. 
Det er bare første verset som pleier å bli sunget.

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs,

Running down the wing,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs,
Running down the wing,
Feared by the Blues,
Loved by the Reds,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs.

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs,
Running down the wing,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs,
Crosses like a king,
Beats one and two,
Beats three and four,
He will score, he will score, he will score…

 

GARY NEVILLE (IS A RED)

Kort og enkel sang om den legendariske høyrebacken. 
Man ser på Gary hvor mye det betyr å spille for 
Manchester United Football Club, og det er definitivt ingen klisjè! 
Og så hater han Liverpool omtrent like mye som det fansen gjør…

Melodi: London bridge is falling down

Gary Neville is a red, is a red, is a Red,
Gary Neville is a red, he hates Scousers!!

 

JOHN O’SHEA

Running down the wing

En variasjon over Giggs’ sang, men nå er det superiren som 
raser nedover venstresiden, midten, OG høyresiden! 
Denne ble også sunget til Steve Bruce da han herjet på topp 
en kamp mot QPR på Loftus Road i 1995/96-sesongen. 
Da la United om til 2-3-5 og Cantona utlignet på overtid. 
Og så er vi altså i gang med å mimre igjen…

Melodi: Ryan Giggs running down the wing

John O’Shea, John O’Shea, running down the wing,
John O’Shea, John O’Shea, running down the wing,
Should be in defense,
Who gives a f*ck!!
John O’Shea, John O’Shea, John O’Shea

 

When Johnny goes marching

John O’Shea markerte seg virkelig i sin første hele sesong, 
både defensivt og offensivt. 
Den store iren framsto da som et farlig og presist angrepsvåpen.

When Johnny goes marching down the wing,
O’Shea, O’Shea,
When Johnny goes marching down the wing,
O’Shea, O’Shea,
When Johnny goes marching down the wing,
The Stretford Enders will f*cking sing,
We all know that Johnny is gonna score

 

JI-SUNG PARK, PARK….

Park, Park, wherever you may be
You eat dogs in your home country
But it could be worse, you could be scouse
Eating rats in your council house.

 

WAYNE ROONEY

I saw my mate the other day
He told me he’d seen the white Pele.
So I asked, «Who is he?»
«He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney.»

Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney,
He goes by the name of Wayne Rooney.

 

NEMANJA VIDIC

Nemanja, oooh, Nemanja, oooooh

He comes from Serbia
He’ll f***ing murder ya

 

PAUL SCHOLES (he scores goals)

En hyllest til vårt målfarlige midtbanevidunder.

He scores goals galore, he scores goals,
He scores goals galore, he scores goals,
He scores goals galore, he scores goals,
Paul Scholes, he scores goals,
He scores goals my lord, he scores goals,
He scores goals my lord, he scores goals,
He scores goals my lord, he scores goals,
Paul Scholes, he scores goals

 

It was Scholesy

Ble unnfanget etter Scholes’ utlikningsmål i 
Champions League-kvartfinalen mot Inter borte i 1998/99. 
Sjelden har vel så mange United-fans uten billetter 
vært stuet sammen på så liten plass… 
De som var der glemmer det aldri. 
San Siro – for en fantastisk fotball-arena!!

Melodi: That’s amore

When the ball hit the back,
Of the San Siro net,
It was Scholesy,
(It was Scholesy)….

 

RIO FERDINAND

«Leeds is our feeder-club, Leeds is our feeder-club…» synger United-fansen. 
Og det med god grunn. «Jordan, McQueen, Cantona, Ferdinand..» er også blitt 
en hit etter at Rio rømte fra Yorkshire.

Oh Rio,
Woooaah,
Oh Rio,
Woooaah,
He went to see el Tel,
And then he said farewell…

 

ERIC CANTONA

Weeeeeee’ll drink, a drink, a drink….

Hva mer kan sies om Eric enn det som allerede er sagt? 

Vi har vel alle vårt favorittminne, hvis det går an å plukke ut ett. 
Scoringen mot Liverpool i FA-cupfinalen står høyt oppe på min liste, 
likeså en scoring borte mot Leeds. Da ble han bare ble stående med 
armene ut til siden foran Leeds-fansen som gikk helt amok. 
Eller hva med 1-0 scoringen borte mot Newcastle da vi bare MÅTTE vinne; 
eller hva med……….

Du skjønner poenget. Eric Cantona vil ALDRI bli glemt på Old Trafford. 
Vil vi noen sinne få se ham igjen i en eller annen funksjon i klubben vår? Hmmm…

Melodi: Lily the Pink

We’ll drink, a drink, a drink, to Eric the King,
the King, the King,
He’s the Leader of our football team,
He’s the greatest French Footballer/(centre-forward),
That the world has ever seen.

Eric the King is remarkably trendy,
He’s done some modelling around town,
Wearing the best suits, up on the catwalk,
While the Leeds fans they just frown.

He once played for Marseille, but never for Arsenal,
Or Liverpool or even Man City,
Landed in Yorkshire, a terrible blunder,
That was nine months with the sheep.

He had a brief spell there, with the Leeds lot,
Until he realised that they were has-beens,
Only one way now, for Eric to go now,
To the Theatre of our Dreams.

On the feild it’s almost unreal,
Some of the things that Eric does,
Superb overhead kicks, remarkable back-flicks,
I’m sure the guy just takes the piss.

Eric is so cool, remarkably cultured,
he like good music and poetry too,
Performing the fine arts, on the field,
For the boys they call Man U.

We’ll always remember that day in November,
As the time he made that special move,
Poetry in motion, the deadliest potion,
He’s got nothing left to prove.

He is a legend, without any doubt,
He will reign for years to come,
We’ll just stand there, in admiration,
With countless more trophies won.

We’ll drink, a drink, a drink, to Eric the King,
the King, the King,
He’s the Leader of our football team,
He’s the greatest French Footballer,
That the world has ever seen.

 

What a friend we have in Jesus

Nok en strålende hyllest til Eric som fortsatt blir luftet. 
Gjentas flere ganger.

What a friend we have in Jesus,
He’s our saviour from afar,
What a friend we have in Jesus,
And His name is Cantona.

Ooh-aah Cantona,
Ooh-aah Cantona,
Ooh-aah, ooh-aah,
ooh-aah Cantona,
Ooh-aah Cantona.

 

The 12 days of Cantona

En adoptert engelsk julesang, og en laaaang hyllest til Eric. 
Pleier som regel å bli avsunget når man begynner å komme 
i god, gammeldags julestemning. 
Her er det bare å synge med. Ikke rart man er hes dagen etter kamp. 
Avsluttes med et rungende UNITED!!! UNITED!!! UNITED!!!……..

Melodi: The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the second day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the third day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Seven Cantonas,
Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Eight Cantonas,
Seven Cantonas,
Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Nine Cantonas,
Eight Cantonas,
Seven Cantonas,
Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Ten Cantonas,
Nine Cantonas,
Eight Cantonas,
Seven Cantonas,
Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Eleven Cantonas,
Ten Cantonas,
Nine Cantonas,
Eight Cantonas,
Seven Cantonas,
Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

On the twelth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Twelve Cantonas,
Eleven Cantonas,
Ten Cantonas,
Nine Cantonas,
Eight Cantonas,
Seven Cantonas, Six Cantonas,
Fiiiiiiive Caaaaantoooooonaaaaaaas,
Four Cantonas,
Three Cantonas,
Two Cantonas,
And an Eric Cantona.

 

ROY KEANE

Helt til «the bitter end» (bokstavelig talt) var Roy Keane Uniteds mest 
respekterte og kanskje viktigste spiller. 
Kapteinen fra Cork i Irland var en klippe helt fra han ble kjøpt fra Forest i 1993. 
Og som sangen sier; han gikk hverken til Arsenal eller Blackburn, 
to klubber som ville betalt ham MYE mer enn United var villige til å gi. 
Ambisjoner kalles det.

Keano’s f…ing magic

Melodi: My old man’s a dustman

Oh, Keano’s f*cking magic,
He wears a magic hat,
And when he saw Old Trafford,
He said, ‘I fancy that’
He didn’t sign for Arsenal,
Or Blackburn ‘cos they’re shite,
He signed for Man United,
‘Cos they’re f*cking dynamite.

 

OLE GUNNAR SOLSKJÆR

Who put the ball….?

En liten oppdatering på en sang som var meeeget deilig å 
synge mot slutten av en sesong da alle ble feid av banen, 
og Arsene Wenger måtte se sine drømmer knust. Huffda, så leit…

Det de to siste versene refererer til var etter min mening de 
to mest dramatiske og betydningsfulle kampene i treble-sesongen. 
Vers én handler om Liverpool-kampen i FA-cupen da Ole Gunnar 
scoret vinner-målet etter at St. Michael of England hadde gitt 
scouserne ledelsen og Dwight Yorke (husker han?) utliknet. 
Tror aldri jeg har forflyttet meg så langt ned og fram og opp og 
tilbake på Stretford End som da Ole Gunnar scoret, ellevillt!

Vers to? ‘Nuff said…

Melodi: Skip to my Lou

Who put the ball in the Geordies’ net,
Who put the ball in the Geordies’ net,
Who put the ball in the Geordies’ net,
Half of Man. United!

Who put the ball in the Arsenal net,
who put the ball in the Arsenal net,
who put the ball in the Arsenal net,
half of f*cking Europe!!

Who put the ball in the Arsenal net,
who put the ball in the Arsenal net,
who put the ball in the Arsenal net,
Martin f*cking Keown!

Who put the ball in the Scousers’ net?
Who put the ball in the Scousers’ net?
Who put the ball in the Scousers’ net?
Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.

Who put the ball in the Germans’ net?
Who put the ball in the Germans’ net?
Who put the ball in the Germans’ net?
Ole Gunnar Solskjaer!

 

You are my Solskjaer

Melodi: You are my Sunshine

You are my Solskjaer,
My Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey,
And Alan Shearer,
Was f*cking dearer,
So Please don’t take,
My Solskjaer,
Away…..

 

CRISTIANO RONALDO

Viva Ronaldo
Viva Ronaldo
Running down the wing
Hear United sing
Viva Ronaldo

Etter at han forlot United til fordel for Real Madrid 
dukket også denne versjonen opp:

Viva Ronaldo
Viva Ronaldo
Put him on a plane
Bring him back from Spain
Viva Ronaldo

 

That boy Ronaldo

Opprinnelig versjon:

He plays on the left,
he plays on the right.
That boy Ronaldo,
makes Beckham look shite.

En annen versjon av denne sangen dukket opp som følge 
av Ronaldos fornøyde blunk etter (angivelig) å ha bidratt til 
å få Wayne Rooney utvist under VM-kampen mellom Portugal 
og England under fotball-VM i 2006:

He winks to the left,
he winks to the right.
That boy Ronaldo,
makes England look shite.

Derfra var veien kort til denne versjonen:

He plays on the left,
he plays on the right.
That boy Ronaldo,
makes England look shite.

Og etter at han herjet med Manchester City i 2012/13-sesongen,
var veien om mulig enda kortere til denne:

He plays on the left
He plays on the right
That boy Ronaldo
Makes City look shite

 

RUUD VAN NISTELROOY (TRALALALALA)

Kanskje beviset på at ikke alle United-sanger er helt i klassiker-klassen? 
Her pleier man bare å bruke de to første setningene og repetere de så lenge 
som nødvendig.Siste setning kan tolkes på flere måter….

Melodi: Brown Girl in the Ring

Ruud van Nistelrooy tra-la-la-la-la
Ruud van Nislelrooy tra-la-la-la-la-la
Ruud van Nistelrooy tra-la-la-la-la
He shoots like a bullet from a gun