Over morning tea or coffee
A decision’s just been made
Where a gaffer’s to be shown the door
After barely seventeen games.
Did local butcher have the casting vote
When this manager got the chop
Or did some rich kid in a cashmere coat
Use boardroom clout to stop the rot?
Who knows what really happened
To be honest do we fans care?
That boardroom clique is sacrosanct
Who knows, what goes on in there?
If there’s four or five teams in the hunt
For Holy Grail that’s called the title
Why did a mid-table boardroom take a punt
On novice Paul, for it’s Prem survival.
Was to over react really necessary
Is the trapdoor about to slam?
Only weeks ago, Paul Ince impressed said clique
Now he’s the sacrificial lamb.
What about the plight of upcoming managers
Is there a future in our game for them
Or like Chelsea will we always turn to a foreign handler
To bring us fans the success, that we crave for in The Prem?