Been reading this site for years but finally got round to joining. Hello all. Anyhow in a bid to lighten the mood around our current plight I have been messing around with AI. It blows my mind how quickly it can fairly accurately summarise a situation. So to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody:
“Wednesday Rhapsody”
Parody lyrics about Sheffield Wednesday FC
Is this the real life?
Or just a League One slide?
Caught in a nightmare,
No hope in Hillsborough’s pride.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and cry—
I’m just a young boss, I need some backing—
But it’s easy come, Chansiri goes,
High hopes fade, budget’s low,
Any way the cash flows,
Doesn’t seem to matter…
To him… at all…
[Verse 1 – Röhl’s Lament]
Danny just got the call,
Took the reins and gave his all,
Built belief from near a fall.
Danny, ooh—
But now he wants away,
’Cause the chairman’s got no plan for tomorrow…
Carry on, carry on—
As if structure never mattered…
[Verse 2 – Fans Speak]
Too late, the debts have come,
Wages can’t be paid on time,
Now we’re asked to drop a dime.
Goodbye, Hillsborough pride—
You were built for more than this—
Now we’re sending love letters
To some Saudi prince…
[Operatic Section – Chaos & Sarcasm]
(Choir of fans)
We want a takeover!
We want a takeover!
Will no rich folks come to Owlsborough?
(Chansiri)
“I won’t sell to liars!”
(Fans)
“You’re the denier!”
(Röhl)
“Let me gooooo!”
I’m just a coach, please let me be free!
(Fans)
He’s just a coach with no budget, you see!
Spare him the shame of this tragedy!
(Fans, faster)
Easy come, easy go—where’s the ambition though?
(Chansiri)
Ask the fans for money!
(Fans)
We said noooo, we won’t give dough!
(Chansiri)
Ask the fans for money!
(Fans)
We said noooo, it’s not our role!
(All)
WE! JUST! WANT! CONTROL!!!
[Guitar Solo Break]
(Epic Brian May-style riff echoing through the empty stands of Hillsborough)
[Hard Rock Section – The Rebellion]
So you think you can run us and still let us die?!
So you think you can gaslight the club while we cry?!
Ohhhh, Chansiri—
Can’t do this to us, Chansiri—
Just gotta get out—just gotta get right outta here!
[Outro – Slow fade]
(Oooooh, Owls fans know…)
Nothing really matters,
Only the club’s soul…
Nothing really matters—
Not your ego, or control…
(Soft piano)
Any way the trust blows…
(wind noise fades into echoing chants of “We want Chansiri out…”)