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No “I didn’t nae see it” or “What da yae mean?”
Or “The boy was a target from quarter past three”
No feuds down the tunnel, nor dressing room brawls
And the reason he dunnit? No reason at all.
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Three snide Glasgae kisses, two Les Kellett chops
Though one or two missed, he lashed out in the box
For five to ten minutes game ceased to exist
His mind cast adrift in proverbial mist.
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When the FA peruse through this madness again
He can have no excuses, he’s banned for six games
When the dour gaffer stood and admitted his man
Was absolutely no good to his team, in the stands.
I sat back in shock, slipping down in me chair
At Everton boss’s integral breath of fresh air!