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Trappatoni doing it his way, damn the nation
An old man with an old plan, dull formation
His way or the highway, sure he’s misunderstood
Like it or lump it, we would if we could.
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Six years since Duffer last took on his man
We yearn for the days of Kev O’Callaghan
Cap grabber Given, hurt or run of the mill?
Robbie’s retired to the Hollywood Hills
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First four halves, we conceded early on
Rained on us consistently, no one shone,
Ward used to rampage down the wing in his prime
Transformed, dodgy full back, not the boys’ crime