John Arne Riise
¶ 1
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Red-haired wunderkind, playing on the left
So fleet of foot, a touch so deft.
Seldom was there such delight
As when you scored against the shite
Which caused the faithful oft to ask
Just HOW did you perform that task ?
And you, by way of answer, slammed
Another scorcher past the Glams
(Having, in between these sorties
Done likewise against the Geordies)
Now fans across the Spion Kop,
The Anny Rd (both Lower and top)
Throughout the Kemlyn and (I’m told)
The Main Stand (where they’re VERY old)
Sing your name with great affection :
But John : next time, don’t pass to Beckham …
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