The Manager’s Lament
¶ 1
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And now the end is near
And we face the final hurdle
The match we win or lose
He’ll get the sack
Of that we’re certain
Luck? he’s had his share
The money spent, and never wisely
So go, and close the door
We want no more of your way!
¶ 2
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(“I gave them cups, a heart of love
A world of faith, yet all are broken
I met the press and with success
My aim was true but never spoken
My words exchanged and rearranged
To all who heard, they thought me loony
And now its come to this
Another highway…”)
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