I'd like to meet:
If you can stand there, tall and proud, All decked out in Claret and Blue, If you can shout to the looking crowd, That you are West Ham through and through, If you can stand there and watch defeat, Then pay again and go back for more, As in your heart you know your feet, Will carry you back to hear the Boleyn roar,If you can remember the Hammers past, The pride as Hurst banged in number 4, And the finest performer of his craft, The legend that is Bobby Moore, If you can think of our past glories, As Brooking headed home to win the cup, And to use these golden stories, To spur us on to stay up,If you can blow the bubbles high, Floating over Upton Park, And if you can sing our glorious anthem, From the very bottom of you heart, And if you can cheer on the whole team, Until the final whistle blows, Then with some luck we can but dream, We could have a team of Premiership heroesIf you can take your whole season, And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and don't blame other reasons, And never breath a word about your loss; And in defeat if you can return, With head held high as if you'd won - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - we are West Ham my son