Arsene, Stop Whingeing
¶ 1
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From the beautiful angles of Bentley
To the breathtaking goals that would rain
A match that was pulsing and thrilling
A ripsnorting premiership game
¶ 2
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It was fast it was tough it was magic
Blood, sweat and muscle and tears
The terrace was bouncing and singing
All sides of the ground you could hear
¶ 3
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A game that will go down in folklore
Like the ‘pool and the toon in 4-3
So credit to all of the players
Football was made for such things
¶ 4
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So Arsene stop bleating and whingeing
And thinking your boys let you down
They’ve just played the game of the season
Roared on by the sound of the crowd
¶ 5
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Football is villains and heroes
Sinners and Saints by the score
Accept that the points are worth sharing
And don’t be a miserable bore!
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