At Last, A Change Of Direction?
¶ 1
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The days of Moore and Coleman
Motson, Davies, Green
Are dated like the Rolling Stones
Who sadly just can’t see
¶ 2
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A brand new audience is here
Of girls who go to games
So it’s high that we heard a voice
With their slant on our waves
¶ 3
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MOTD is clichéd,
Too many friendly cliques
M C’ed by a striker from the past
Who advertises crisps
¶ 4
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Of course a girl should cover games
Who’s not some vacant wag
One who doesn’t want to just remain
A faceless wireless hack
¶ 5
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Gabby Yorath rashly joined the Beeb
As they lost the FA cup
Maybe Sat’day nights for Walker’s boy and his yes men
Are numbered or are up?
¶ 6
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So lets give Jaqui Oatley
A fair and sporting chance
In what’s after all, a chauvinistic job
¶ 7
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Then maybe I can return to the Beeb once more
Instead of listening to the banal and utter rubbish
Of Richard and Jamie’s mob!
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