Another One Bites The Dust.
¶ 1
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Over morning tea or coffee
A decision’s just been made
Where a gaffer’s to be shown the door
After barely seventeen games.
¶ 2
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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?
¶ 3
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Who knows what really happened
To be honest do we fans care?
That boardroom clique is sacrosanct
Who knows, what goes on in there?
¶ 4
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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.
¶ 5
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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.
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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?
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