19-18
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Sometimes this Season we have played
Like men in a trance or a dream
Chasing our huge Prize and the fulfilment
Of Sir Alex’s Life Work –
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Through the snows of December
And the piercing cold.
Or like actors who know
Their lines so well
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They’ve gone into auto-pilot –
While Rooney, The Prince,
Was out of sorts
Berbie and Javier carried the torch
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And Vidic and Edwin were unbeatable
At the back.
The Season was above all
A triumph for Sir Alex’s
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Well-honed Management Skills
His cunning, his tactical mastery.
And now, it’s May, and the pitches are more green
And for Man Utd, it is 19-18.
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