A case of the west london blues
¶ 1
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Each time we face Chelsea,
I think, I hate this lark.
But were it not for one man,
we’d play them off the park.
¶ 2
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For every time we play best,
and when we take a beating,
I think having Petr Cech in goal,
is tantamount to cheating.
¶ 3
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When Chelski had their goal drought,
they should have dropped to last,
were it not for Petr Cech,
never seen hands move so fast.
¶ 4
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And even as I’m watching Cech,
denying our front line,
I look on in awe, applauding
because, heck, that save was fine.
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