Getting Real
¶ 1
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When the season started
We were hopeful of survival
Rampant expectation
Our chants were loud and tribal
When the autumn came
We had gorged on defeat
We downscaled our wishes
To a point and a clean sheet
Now we’re at rock bottom
Last of the bottom three
Looking to go to 18th place
Relegation with dignity!
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