Humiliation?
¶ 1
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4-0 down at half-time
against enigmatic City
at Eastlands,
makeshift left back McShane
roasted repeatedly
like a Christmas turkey;
egg-head Ireland
scorching his left wing.
Brown decides to teach
his men a lesson;
leaving his shell-shocked players
out on the pitch
in front of bemused Tigers’ fans.
Heads bowed, like naughty schoolboys,
the players digest his every word.
Surrounded by Hull’s
coaching staff, they are trapped,
there’s no way out,
forced to hear their gaffer’s
angry rant;
frosty fingers poke the
freezing Manchester air aimed at
players who have given
everything to the cause to give the
club their best season ever so far:
seventh position in the Premiership;
players who are now on the end
of a serious stuffing.
¶ 2
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Truth is, Phil, they’ve been
punching well above their weight
and your humiliation may
result in relegation.
Tigers spiralling towards
the bottom three, maybe?
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