Ice Age
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11,500 BC A cold landscape swept by herds of reindeer and wild
horses
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2005 AD A cold landscape swept by herds of stewards and wild
supporters tyring to get served at the bar
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Trophy wives
It’s the best our players can hope for
As success gives them the cold shoulder
A chill blast of reality
Shrivels our squad size once more
Thoughts of promotion frozen out
Temperatures plunge as debt soars
But still the first Saturday in August
Will send a shiver down my spine
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