Last throw of the dice
¶ 1
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Now David James is a fine figure of a man
Six foot five in his stockings
But he’s not the one you expect to score
When it comes to the last knockings
¶ 2
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And it wasn’t because
David commited his usual howler
But more because
Of a penalty miss by Fowler
¶ 3
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So how should we read such a strange substitution?
Yes – it was the last game of the season
But was the Barclay’s manager of the month
Madly inspired, or someone who’s lost all reason?
¶ 4
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They gave it plenty of airplay –
Oh how the pundits giggled
But the shame was felt by us
Oh how the incongruity niggled
¶ 5
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Now I must admit that I’m hoping
That this eccentricity isn’t all he’s learned from Cloughie
That this penchant for quirkiness is matched
With winning ways
and strong displays from our own archetypical toughie
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