Zola Take The Blues To Wemberly….Again!
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How fitting on this glorious occasion
That new Wemberly turf will be graced
By Gian-Franco Zola in a coaching role
Will his magic right foot know it’s place?
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As he sits in the dug-out, the maestro
Will ponder on great days gone by
When the celery rose like wild salmon
We sang his name to North West London sky
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Statesmen,diplomat, bona fide geezer
All names that are lauded and aimed
At a bloke who could tantalize, parylyse, tease yer
Defenders left dazed in his wake
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Four times I watched him at Wemberly
Four victories that still taste so sweet
Those who were there, still get kinda frenzied
When we recall, those two beautiful feet
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Ah Zola we know yer… as a diamond
Who graced our pitch at Stamford Bridge
Tis fitting indeed that a legend like he
Should christen the new Wemberly pitch!
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I watched him at a club down the Fulham road
Where there’s a rich oiligarch Russian owner
But for all his wealth and money in barrowloads
He still couldn’t buy the integrity of..Gian-Franco Zola!
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