Boring. With Mick On The Mike? Never!
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Were The Poles in fear of going out?
Did they need to win that game?
They never even put their-selves about
Or look that bothered in the rain.
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I almost dozed off watching that
T’was akin to watching fish
Though in passing I must raise me hat
To the plain speak cant of Mick!
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Pointing out the cheats with venom
Clearly explained the strokes and cons
When we’ve too many football snobs trying to tell us
In weird ways what’s going on.
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“The blokes a swallow” No he ain’t
“He’s nothing but a cheat”
Mick’s observations given straight
Tell us how it is.
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His voice reminds me of: being troubled by relegation,
Saipan or the sack
Total honesty, or on his teams total humiliation
A televised apology to the Wolves fans
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Unlike the condescending sofa cliques
Giving auto cued opinions
Mick’s actually managed an international team
So to my minds worth a listen!
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“If Poland get beat without giving it a go
They’ll have nothing to show but regret”
With Mick on the touchline politely telling them so
Might Poland have beaten the Czechs?
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