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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!

Melodi: Jesus Christ, Superstar

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

Nanananananananana

Ashley, Ashley Young, Ashley Young

Aaaaaashley, Ashley Young

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...

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.)

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!

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

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....

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...

Oh, Owen Hargreaves,
You are the love of my life
Oh, Owen Hargreaves,
You can sh*g my wife
Oh, Owen Hargreaves,
I want curly hair too!!!

Kort og enkel sang om spilleren som antageligvis står nærmest
fansen på dagens United-lag. 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!!

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
i 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

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

En variant over hyllesten som i årevis har blitt Gary Neville til del.

MIchael Owen is a red, is a Red, is a Red,
MIchael Owen is a Red, he hates Scousers!!

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.

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, oooh, Nemanja, oooooh

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

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

Ble unnfanget etter at Scholes satte inn utlikningsmålet i Champions
Leagues kvartfinale borte mot Inter 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)....

"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...

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..........

Dere 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 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!

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.....

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

Det vi alle kan være enige om er at, enten han spilte til
venstre eller til høyre - den gutten var magisk!

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