Fair Play To Pompey.
¶ 1
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Amidst the pomp and circumstance
Of our history being made
Spare a thought for Avram Grant’s brave side
Who ran us close, despite not being paid?
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A cricket score predicted
By the know-alls on the day
As Jamo and his three white sticks
Kept a rampant forward line at bay.
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The Pompey goal was surely blessed?
As our efforts failed to miss
Three wooden guardians and a keeper dressed
In a lurid bright pink kit.
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Would those misses be our downfall
To be rue’d when full time came?
By half time predicted hat-full
Seemed a cert just like their pen.
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In truth The Gods shone down on us
When their penalty was scuffed
Within minutes we were out in front
With that one strike just enough.
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We can blame the pitch, and uprights
Blame the colour of the ball
But a Pompey team what gave us a fright
Is whom we should applaud!
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When the whistle blew at Wemberly
And “The Double” won was ours
That’s the first time that I’ve ever seen
A losing side with a massive stay behind and cheer “em” crowd!
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