As the punters turned to exit thus
In droves toward the street
I watched a chagrinned slated boss
Go mental at his team.
He didn’t say we’d win the league
He never promised that
He’s done okay if you’re asking me
I like this Avram Grant.
A bundle of laughs? Not likely
I wouldn’t go as far as that
Uncle Festa from the Addams family
Is kinda where he’s at.
So what if we win nothing
Sometimes that’s just the way it goes
But I’ve a feeling somethings happening
Behind the scenes, at Stamford Bridge, that Avram only knows!