City lose again. You what?
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City arrived on the South Coast
Riding the crest of wave
Arrogance pouring from every
Bead of sweat
Neck muscles heading every ball
Taut as rope
Measured passes
In their heart
And compelling script
But suddenly,
City human and flawed
Four defeats in a row
After four Premier League titles
What goes around comes around
Not the right equation
Maths shot down in flames
But then Brighton came calling
At the Amex
Another mind spinning defeat
For Noel and Liam’s beloved
In light blue
An explosion and implosion
At Manchester City
A mini crisis
Through the gentle breezes
Of Hove, then Hastings
Before drifting disturbingly
Across City’s blurred vision
This is unthinkable
City’s once barely challenged
Superiority
Punctured as their egos
Deflated as the bicycle tyre
That once languished at Maine Road
Long after the Bell, Colin that is, rung
Sir Francis Lee ruled with a rod of iron
Now City, once heir presumptive
Once lords of the manor
Stretched themselves across
The fair green acres of
Premier League pre-eminence
Legs gracefully honed
Cocksure, heavy with hubris
But yesterday a Dane
Named O’Riley,
Makes his name
By the elegant esplanades
Now a Seagull flying high
Headline maker for Brighton
City, now winless
For what seems an age
But they’ll be back
Pep told us not to panic
Mr Mainwaring
Keep the home fires burning
At the Etihad
Crackling autumn leaves
Scurrying and chasing
Around winter’s clawing fingers
Manchester City
Will not be going anywhere
Still warmly embracing the future
Arsenal, Liverpool, who are they?
Exactly
City undaunted of course they are
Explosive fireworks
In recent weeks, but
Normal service restored
You suspect by Christmas
Pep full of verve and vim
By Boxing Day’s bounty
Manchester City
You must never count them out
They’ll always be in the mix
Just watch them go
Slowly but surely
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