A Week Of A Football Fans Ups And…Downs!
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Tuesday.
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We’re off to Catalonia
To win by two goals is the plan
Or our dreams of progressing in the Champions League
Get flushed right down the pan
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It’s a non event at the Camp Nou
Where we leave our form on plane
Barca were by far the better team
Who throughly deserved to win the game
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The manager’s tactics were slightly puzzling
Or bordering on plain daft
Robert Huth’s no centre forward
He’s a blimmin centre half
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But that as they say is history
What can you do or say?
But congratulate your conquerors
And marvel at their style of play
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Saturday.
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As I travel on the underground
On my way to Stamford Bridge
I meet up with loads of Tottenham fans
On a cross town pilgrimage
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I can’t fail to be impressed
By their singing from the soul
As Fulham Broadway Station
Echo’s loudly with this rhyme to Martin Jol
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“Martin Jol, Martin Jol
He’s got no hair but we don’t care
He’s Martin, Martin Jol”!
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Both sets of fans were oh so gracious
In applause for late lamented king
Of palace known as Stamford Bridge
In days before the bling
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Fair play to Tony Soprano also known as Martin Jol
Whose team came to make a game of it
So unlike last season under Jacques Santini
When Mourinho deemed fit to say
They parked the team bus in front of goal
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We were stretched out on the rack for a while
As Edgar David’s showed why he
Is such a fine example to the younger Spurs
Was there for all to see
As he tackled tough, mixed it up in the middle of the park
With great tenacity
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It seemed the Spurs might nick the points
As Chelsea fell asleep
Then the Duffer and Billy Gallas
Conjured up a wing play treat
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This goal deserved to win any game
Such powerful accuracy
As our bench were just ecstatic
José especially
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Their keeper beat the win was sweet
It broke the Spurs boys hearts
As we regrouped for the kick off
Hardly time for a restart
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So sixteen years of sweet victories
Still stand against the Spurs
But with ten minutes left on clock and Defoe just on
Us Blue boys feared the worst!
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The gorgeous goal that Gallas scored
Has sure helped stop the rot
So in a week of a football fans ups and downs
William Gallas…….. thanks a lot!
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