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Offering token resistance all over the pitch
With the Greeks much more hungry than them
While a highly paid transplant looking for something to kick*
Excelled in the consummate art that’s… complaining.
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They were leaderless, lacklustre, lacking invention
I know these are words that can hurt
But in truth how many from last nights pretence
We’re worthy of wearing that illustrious red-shirt?
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In Govan a Red Knight was livid
As he witnessed the game from his tower
Asked for a comment he was bleeped before stating “I’d give
P 45’s to at least ten of that shower”.
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Then Moyes took the post-match and called it
Based on what he had honestly seen during play,
But when Carrick came on smiling like an eejit,
Unconcerned by it all, I’d a feeling “there’s one on his way!”