Horses For Courses.
¶ 1
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The coach was in the car-park
(Not parked in front of the goal)
Whilst the masseuse geed the lads up
Instead of Mourinho.
¶ 2
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The maestro waved his magic wand
As the side took to the field
T’was time for a change to our ageing squad
For another team re-build
¶ 3
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What McCulloch said had clearly worked
With City under the thumb
Whilst Joe Hart’s assistant Woody Work
Made sure it stayed at one.
¶ 4
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The result? Was a kinda bonus
But it’s the way in which we played,
With the onus
On a rapid passing game, of the kind us purists crave.
¶ 5
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Who cares if they had injuries?
They’ve a load of talent in the bank
With a squad big enough to put out two teams
Of internationals every match.
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Now their home record’s been shattered
As for their confidence who knows?
What I know is that where it mattered (up at the Etihad)
We have dealt their hopes a blow.
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Now we’re off to give the horse his milk!?!
So the foal can find his strength
And if you really think we ain’t up for a title tilt?
(Like a tongue in cheek Mourinho says)
Then you’d better think again!
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