Ere Geez! I Dunno If You Know But…
¶ 1
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The best kept secret in football is finally out
A situation bordering on West London farce
See’s Antonio Conte’s future no longer in doubt
He’s tin tacked and given his cards.
¶ 2
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Last season, at times seemed a clash of the titans
Both sides refusing to budge
Harsh words approaching transfer night dead-line
Resulted in a power crazed slinging of mud.
¶ 3
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Surely the vitriol could have been put to one side
For the sake of us fans, and the good of the team?
Sipping a Bovril at half-time, awash in snide lies
Spoils the taste, if…you know what I mean?
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Anyway…we, “Move On Up”, as Curtis Mayfield once said?
Or at least I think that’s his saying I heard?
Meanwhile…an Elton John tune bounces round in my head…
‘Twould appear – at least – in this instance here, “Sarri Seems To Be The Hardest Word”?
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