I Can Feel The Sun Fernando.
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A cracked vessel snout
Lost control of his ship
On Mersey side yesterday.
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No doubt
He’ll blame an unfit ref, even the pitch
For an impotent display.
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As the home side
Really went for it
There were beach balls on the pitch.
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United’s Red knight
Looked fit
To burst at a Red once more for Vidic.
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Did United
Have a shot all day
Were they ever truly in the game?
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Or were they torrified
By a Red hot Spanish ace,
And the torrid time he gave them?
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Poor Reina
Stood there looking bored
In a lurid yellow kit.
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As full time came
And them Koppites roared
There was hardly a mark upon it!
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