Manchester!!! Grey skies and dreary cobbles they said, A football club born on its head. But beware son, Kick someone enough and they're bound to strike back, We’re Manchester, United Forged a three pronged weapon, Attack! Attack!! Attack!!! Not just some logo, much more than that, A trident to break Expectations, no matter what. Fearlessly tread where others dare not, First in Europe, Then with kids, Singles, Doubles, Trebles, In the hands of the occasional rebel. Write them off? You're off your head, Don’t you know, the devils are red!