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We got our first sight of Fabisch’s Team
Watching them felt like a beautiful Dream
For many, the only response was to scream
That was the summer of ‘92
Me, and some guys, from our neighbourhood
The Warriors were our team from childhood
After all, they represented our nationhood
Jimmy quit our fan group, Jody got married
For them, it was time to enjoy their adulthood
Oh, when we all look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And, if we had the choice
Yeah, we would always wanna be there
Those were the best days of our lives
Ain’t no use in complaining
When the goals just kept on raining
Then, we spent the evening celebrating
It felt so good, it was just overwhelming
For hours, we sang the name of our coach
Blown away by his daredevil approach
For us, he was the man with the golden touch
The one lighting the way with his big torch
Those were the best days of our lives
Oh, yeah, back in the Summer of ‘92
Peter, just 19, was the star, after scoring twice
The second goal, a beauty which dazzled our eyes
He cut through the defence like he was sliding on ice
Injecting fear, into the defenders, they looked like mice
Well, for our genius, it was just another day at the office
Doctor Khumalo tamed, Steve Komphela overwhelmed
David Nyathi alarmed, Neil Tovey one of those blamed
Bafana Bafana crushed, outperformed, outscored
For us, for our Dream Team, all the pride reclaimed
Sometimes, when we look back at that summer of ‘92
It becomes clear, those were the days of our lives
Four one, in our Warriors’ favour, was the final score
It was nothing, absolutely nothing, like we had seen before
Maybe, just maybe, one day we will get an encore
Of a result, which will always be a part of our game’s folklore
For the sake of the superheroes, we lost, along the way
For Reinhard, for Adamski, for Willard, for Rambo
We just have to thrash Bafana Bafana again
For a return to the Summer of ‘92
Because, for us, those were the best days of our lives
Online Reporter
Charles Duri