Big Sam, Little respect.
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Big Sam shaking hands with Mike Ashley
Who not so long ago gave him the sack
Both with big grins on their faces
On the night the big fella came back.
Of course Lord Samuel of Blackburn
Walked away with a few million quid
And is only biding his time at the Rovers
Until he gets the call from Real Madrid.
Or maybe from Barcelona, A.C. or Inter Milan
Apparently they are all fighting each other
For the chance to employ the big man.
But after watching his style of football
And parting with Twenty Five quid
I would not let him near a pub team
Never mind Real Madrid.
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