We should win. But.
Anyway.....
The Wednesday night approaches fast, the stadium ablaze,
A clash against SC Freiburg to end the European maze.
We've known the bitter taste of tears, the sorrow of the drop,
The Wembley woes of 'fifteen when our glory came to a stop.
But channel Dennis Mortimer, the spirit of 'eighty-two,
When Peter Withe struck through the night to make the dream come true.
From "God" McGrath defending deep to Cowans on the ball,
The echoes of those famous wins resound around the wall.
Now Emi guards the fortress, a giant in the net,
While Ollie Watkins leads the line, a constant, scoring threat.
But driving through the midfield heart, with fire in his stride,
Is Super John McGinn, the flying Scotsman full of pride!
He spins, he fights, he wins the ball, his engine never dies,
He tears right through the Freiburg ranks the fear is in their eyes.
With Pau and Konsa standing firm, the boys all hold the line,
Rogers creates the winning goal, the moment is divine!
The Europa League is coming home to B6, proud and grand,
As Aston Villa conquer all, the finest in the land!
