You could hear the pundits' sound as they gathered in the ground
'Bout impending doom and thrashings when the Leicester boys came down
But one man wouldn't listen when they told him what was best
His name was Jenkins, and he coached the best rugby team in the west
Now Guscott he dismissed them, and Healey laughed and scoffed
And even JD in the box said they'd face the Tigers' wrath
They profiled Booth, the flyer, the try-scoring machine
And Johnson, Lions captain, all stong and big and mean
This stirred up Gareth - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the west
Now Gareth had a rival, a big bear of a bloke
Called 'Dirty' Deano Richards who used to kill ball at a stroke
(He'd) led Leicester to the treble, was invincible they cried
Scarlets should lock their dressing room and do their best to hide
Poor Gareth - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the west
For Cardiff were our only hope, no one had any doubt
But Rammage bottled on the day to flash the cards about
Northampton Saints they killed and spoiled, upon the ball they'd lie
To make sure that the Blue and Blacks would never get a try
That left just Gareth - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the west
(So) to Stradey Park, the game kicked off, and for the first 10 minutes
Llanelli they were penalised and wasn't even in it!
(But) throuh Madden, Scott and Boobyer and Easterby who'd delve
Jones kept slotting them over and they went in 15-12
Which pleased ol' Gareth - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the west
Garforth, he got sin-binned for persistent indiscretion
And Back, Kay, West and Corry's play was hardly worth a mention
But Austin, on the touchline, as the teams they re-emerged
Convinced the viewing public that the Leicester score would surge
That wound up Gareth - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the west
Jenkins sat up in the stand, recently off his crutches
Tough rucking from the forwards ensured Steve found all his touches
Through McBryde, Wyatt and Finau, the gain-line they would breach
And Deano cussed and scowled and for his inhaler did reach
That tickled ol' Gareth - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the west
At the end of 80 minutes, Steve Ryder was quite shocked
His beloved English champions' juggernaut had been road blocked
His superlatives dried up quicker than the Trent during a drought
Whilst Leicester and their backroom staff (found) the nearest door marked 'out!'
But the Beeb interviewed Gareth - (Jenkins), 'cos he coached the best rugby team in the west
The crowd spilled out onto the pitch, the scene was quite disgraceful
No coins were thrown, nor glass bottles were lobbed amongst the faithful
Just joyful chants and 'Sospan Fach,' no malice, hate or menace
As seen only the week before, upon the Ninian terrace
And the crowd sang Gareth - (Jenkins), for he coached the best rugby team in the west
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Now when success is in the air, we always hail the team
When failure looms, it's 'sack the coach' the critics always scream
After Saturday's performance higher things should come a-beckoning
And the national coaching job should be once more within his reckoning
From all four corners of our land salute the former flanker
Whose guile, enthusiasm, wit and pride would surely fill a tanker
Llongyfarchiadau i ti gyd, you've proved that 'West is Best'
As to the quarters, on you march, to $*@* in Callard's nest!
Pob lwc i ti Gareth! - (Jenkins), and he coached the best rugby team in the
west