Shut The Front Door!
¶ 1
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Losing one nil
Down to nine men
Even us travelling mug punters
Know when it’s going to be one of them days
An think: how long will it take to get back to the coach,
and outta here?
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So banished once more
Obviously facing another ban
Mourinho needs to keep his trap shut*
and I was going to say
Really start using his napper*
Though he obviously shouldn’t, and indeed won’t will he?
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So prior to closing Jose:
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When facing The Holt
Down at nine and a goal
With the referee not keen on listening
Could it be an idea
To just disappear
With your shovel and cease with the digging?
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