A Fine Whine!
¶ 1
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This constant whining and whinging
Is ruining our thing, that cup final a point in case
I’m not really a fan of big monetary fines
Cos they all seem to do it again
¶ 2
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Personal hearings seem stupid
Three match suspensions the same
Insulting the ref and his cohorts in black
Never changed the result of a game
¶ 3
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I’d say I’m as guilty as the next fan
Of questioning Graham Poll’s birth
As for Mike Riley’s eyes? I can’t tell a lie
There’s jokes about those, plain perverse
¶ 4
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I think that we need a solution
Before our discipline goes to the wall
It’s high time we docked points, end of season
For teams with most red cards, out of all
¶ 5
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Just one club missing out
On a Champions league spot
Or a place in a European cup
Might bring these managers and pugs to their senses*
Whilst keeping their north and souths shut!*
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