THE arrival of Fulham for tomorrow's tie will herald one of the biggest Gallic invasions of Bootham Crescent since a certain Monsieur Cantona strutted his stuff with Manchester United in 1995.

Not only is the Fulham manager Jean Tigana from la belle France, his squad includes a flurry of compatriots including Louis Saha, Alain Goma, Steed Malbranque and Sylvain Legwinski as well as his members of his backroom staff.

Even Scottish play-maker John Collins spent several seasons directing operations from Monaco's midfield before his return to these shores.

So to lend a Gallic air to tomorrow's proceedings and make the Cottagers even morewelcome on their jaunt to York, the Evening Press has reproduced several City chants and other football-related phrases.

Any resemblance to the purest French language is entirely bon chance.

Terry, Terry, give us a wave.

Terry, Terry donnez-nous une vague

I'm City 'til I die.

Je suis City jusqu' ce que je meure

You're not singing any more.

Vous ne chantez pas davantage

Can we play you every week?

Pouvons-nous vous jouer chaque semaine?

Are you Scarborough in disguise?

tes-vous Scarborough dans le dguisement?

Super, super Al.

Superbe, superbe Al

Sick as a parrot.

Malade comme perroquet

Over the moon.

Au-dessus de la lune

At the end of the day.

la fin du jour

Could you point me in the right direction for the Millennium Stadium, please?

Pourriez-vous s'il-vous plait me diriger dans la bonne direction pour le Stade de Millnium?

They think it's all over.

Ils pensent qu'il est partout

Updated: 11:28 Friday, January 25, 2002