Away Defeat. West London.
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Sat in the boozer
A well-gutted loser
After witnessing a woeful display
I still couldn’t believe
How David (Curly) Luis
Gave that stupid penalty away.
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Our day would get worse
Than the previous verse
As two of our players saw red
Fighting gamely with nine
We were doing just fine
In spite of a card dealing ref.
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Two shouts for pens
By our under fire men
Deemed nothing by the man in the black
Later shown on the telly
Had blues round the box in a melee
Pleading for the ref to be sacked.
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Gaining in stature
We were more than a match
For our newly promoted opponents
But all the possession and shots
Won’t win you titles and pots
So don’t mean a blimmin iota
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As a sitter was missed
We were catching the drift:
Today was to be one of them days
Still it could have been worse
As prior to match in this verse
United lost six one at their place!
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