Call It What It Was Mr Wenger? A Classic.
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His whining was somewhat irrelevant
To us neutrals enthralled on the couch
And punters who’d weathered the elements?
Were rewarded for venturing out.
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As that masterpiece kissed silken network
From blessed boot of ex Arsenal pro
Some Gooners almost clapped their hands to applaud
Then tried to make out their mitts had got cold.
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Sat warm and snug on me sofa
I rose like a stag from me seat
As that beautiful volley from Bentley
Caused The Emirates faithfull to weep.
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More was to follow said masterpiece
Much more than what ventured before
Three times them Gooners squandered the lead
As an “Arry” caned Spurs banged in four.
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The face of a young Tottenham follower
As the coup de grace entered the net
Set free from his classmates jibes of the morrow
Was worth the money we spent on our set.
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Post match, poor Arsene was shell-shocked
As he moaned how his youngsters would learn
Excuse me Mr Wenger why don’t you just acknowledge,
A classic derby encounter, against North London rivals, Spurs!
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