A Plea to Hull City, from The Professor
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Pur.. leez, go easy on me players
Mon ami don’t put it about
Don’t plaster young guns, all over The Emirates
Causing mes enfants to vin out aloud.
¶ 2
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Pray don’t fly in with wild tackles
That could warrant a yellow or red
Coz mes enfants have really weak ankles
Physical contact, is something they dread.
¶ 3
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Pray let us get on with our beautiful game
In the style that rouge punters j’taime
Oh and while yer at it, though this may sound sarcastic
Can we walk the ball, totally unchallenged, in to an unguarded net?
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