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Alan Reynolds

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s murder to be marking Alan Reynolds,
He’s in your face from kick-off to the end.
He sticks his shoulder in your face,
And says you’ve lost a yard of pace,
And drives you very quickly round the bend.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s painful to be marking Alan Reynolds,
He’ll do you just to liven up the game.
He’ll leave his boot in long enough,
To show you that he’s really tough,
And doesn’t seem to have an ounce of shame.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It’s awful to be marking Alan Reynolds,
He’ll puck you when the ref has turned his back,
And keep it up in hope that you’ll
React at last and lose your cool,
Goading you to give his face a smack.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 It’s dreadful to be marking Alan Reynolds,
He has to have the final little dig.
He’s like a kid who’s six years old,
Who should be slapped for being bold,
Although, in terms of size, he’s not too big.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It’s depressing to be marking Alan Reynolds,
Enough to make a normal player scream.
His lack of interest in the ball
Would drive a sane man up the wall,
I wish to God that he was in our team.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/alan-reynolds/