Goodbye Martin Jol
¶ 1
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Martin Jol is set to go,
hate to say I told you so.
¶ 2
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Defoe beat the keeper after beating him up,
spurs are up for the UEFA (sic) cup.
¶ 3
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Did they enjoy their 2 minute lead?
So familiar to watch them concede.
¶ 4
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Have spurs even heard of defending,
as Striker Berbatov tries some mending?
¶ 5
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Defoe hates keepers, perhaps ‘cos he’s so small,
despite the way he headed the ball.
¶ 6
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His second act of petulance does irritate,
doesn’t he know it’s too little too late?
¶ 7
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Another Getafe goal, with no real creators,
Tottenham’s back four are idle spectators.
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The game ends, the whistle blows,
through the tunnel Martin goes,
what now for Tottenham?
¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Nobody knows.
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