My Song for Sneijder

It's been a looooooooooooong rollercoaster of emotions this summer of will he won't he (well mainly won't he)...and I thought I would write my own version of a Don Henley classic to show the effect Sneijder has had on me over the last couple of months, and which I will sing in my bedroom with my acoustic guitar just after midnight as the transfer window closes (at the annoyance of my Mrs).

Nobody on the plane
You haven't left the beach
I feel it in the air
Your signing's out of reach

Empty pitch, empty stands
You're not there, holding up your shirt
Shaking Fergie's hands
Oh my god this hurts

But I can see you!
Your red shirt shining in the sun
You got a number 12 on your back
And your sunglasses on, Wesley!

I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the summer of transfers has gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how you made me scream
Now I don't understand
Why you don't wanna come
Some say it was the wages
You're still my number one

But I can see you!
Your black shorts shining in the sun
I see you shooting in slow mo
And huggin everyone, Wesley!

I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the summer of transfers has gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsqcDXizFmE

That's me in the back of a truck on the streets of salford. It's going to be very emotional for me after midnight as you can probably tell. I'd even planned for Smalling to get the number 2 shirt so Wes could have the number 12. Or maybe just take the number 22 Feel free to add your own song tributes to what never was but could have been...