We left our form, in West London
Our away form, it must be said
And as for Carvalho trying to do Ron Ron
I thought to meself…. a nailed on pen.
We lacked any kind of cohesion
Or a plan B if all else failed
And for whatever reason
Drogba’s game looks pretty stale.
We normally do well at Old Trafford
Big crowds, big match atmosphere
But yesterday we were very poor
As our away form, upped and dissappeared.
Having bucketloads loads of possession
Around the half way line
Won’t win you games as we know now
It’s fine if you’re wasting time.
The Special One sat up in the stand
Must have had a little sarky smile
It wasn’t pretty when we were in his hands
But at least we had some spine.
We’re out of sorts at present
Our defence is like a sieve
I counted two or three from our eleven
Who at least had some belief.
I may sound like a whining loser
So can somebody answer me this
When Wayne Rooney poached goal number two
How come….he was still on the pitch?