A. B. M. U.
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Once again the twelve-page pull-outs
Greet the long-awaited Kick Off.
More than one match proves a sell-out,
Though the tickets are a rip-off.
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Lust for Footie’s still unsated,
We show no signs of fatigue.
One vexed question’s much debated:
“Who d’you want to win the League?”
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Like the sound of Windows Wenger whooping “Are you watching, Spurs?”
Relish Rafael Benitez bawling “Look who’s Top the Perch”?
Reckon rouble-laden Roman’s ripe to reap his rich reward?
Or suspect he’ll see no Silver till he’s signed up Sven and Tord?
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Wander up and down the Country,
Conduct random interviews.
You’ll be barking up the wrong tree,
If you’re seeking something new.
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Thrust your mike into some faces,
Ask the Punters for their tip.
Sure enough the age-old Chorus
Issues forth from ev’ry lip:
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“We hate Arsenal, we hate Chelski,
Liverpool we can’t abide.
City’s prospects don’t look healthy,
Everton for shame should hide…
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Ask us who should sip the Bubbly,
When this new-born Season’s through,
We’ll all howl, not whisper hush’dly:
‘Anyone, oh, ANYone, just ANYONE,
But You Know Who!!!’”
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9/8/04
Denys E. W. Jones
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