Ancelotti’s Blue and White Army
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They said we were ungrateful
When we sacked our Portuguese.
It wasn’t nothing personal –
He’d brought us to our knees.
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His string of poor results
Had us reaching for the Valium,
So we showed him where the door was,
And sent for an Italian.
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His name is Ancelotti,
It has a pleasant ring,
Though some say that he’s potty
To sign up for this gig.
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Nil Satis Nisi Optimum,
He sure knows what that means –
Just look at all the trophies won
Displayed on his CV.
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Let’s hear no more of Koeman,
Martinez, Silva, Moyes,
Henceforth the Toffees will be known
As Ancelotti’s Boys.
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We’re Carlo’s Blueclad fanti,
We’re gonna up the ante,
And though he’s not a Tuscan,
We’ll toast his name in Chianti!
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22/12/19
Denys E. W. Jones
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