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The manager’s job, for the moment, is safe
Gutted team mates look on in envy
As our one World class player, in the last two decades
Sets a deuce up, just like last week…. at Wemberly
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Our demise at the World Cup, was put down to him
“To much focus on one man, not the team”
By chav heir apparent’s enviously green
Without his quality, World class, high esteem
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The team, at last, had some shape, as a man with no pace
Slung in dangerous crosses at will
To an impotent strike force, prior to this game
Who were barren of excitement or thrills
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As tired legs went and he walked to the bench
The result, now a foregone conclusion
How sweet was the moment as he passed by the men
Who had planned his farewell by exclusion?
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How fitting the post match should be about him
Gracious, polite, smiling and cool
When to gloat and wallow in “It’s about me, not the team”
Would lack class and be easy to do?
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Is humble being eaten, did they get it quite wrong,
When they pointed the finger, way back?
Did a star, who found fame in the Bernabeau stadium
Show his team-mates…. he’s a Real high class act?
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Much has been made of the stars on parade
Who grace the Premiership week in and week out
Could it be that we need to export two or three of of our own
Before we find out, what the World wide games about?