Fergie Time
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Man U players will miss
his hissy fits and histrionics;
no more hair dryers in
the changing rooms or
verbal blasts to leave
the players’ ears burning.
The media will miss those
impenetrable Glaswegian gutturals
as thick as the Clyde;
the icy stare, the red-faced glare.
We will miss his touchline protestations,
finger wagging gesticulations,
ferocious mastication.
Fergie time………..is over.
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