Forgiven.
¶ 1
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T’was a cert it would happen
As we said in the pub
Still we all stood and clapped
When he appeared as their sub.
¶ 2
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Tuned up and fit
He looked as sharp as a tack
Then with one or two deft little flicks
He inspired their attack.
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T’was sod’s law (sic) as they say
That he went and bleeding well scored
Though we Loved him for the way
He refused to milk the applause.
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When the game finally ended
In a tight one all draw
He shook hands with his friends
and heard the travelling roar.
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Then on turning around
With an emotional start
He walked to our part of the ground
Still with us in our hearts
Waved, smiled, and seemingly gutted
Bade us a poignant au revoir.
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On leaving a pub Up The Junction
Hairs still raised on me neck
I was more than pleased with the out come
When I’d time to reflect:
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That if Super Frankie Lampard oozes class from his pores
The respect shown, though he now plays for them Mancs,
To a former hero of ours (even after helping them to a draw)
Was a right touch of class from our loyal travelling fans.
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