John Gill’s Resignation
¶ 1
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The manager’s game
Means accepting the blame,
Even if it has not been his fault.
This age-old tradition
Avoids much attrition
When his tenure is brought to a halt.
¶ 2
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To bare his proud breast
To the dagger is best,
With a sorrowful look in his eyes,
But he still hears the sniggers
Of the cowardly figures
Who hastened his sudden demise.
¶ 3
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But the sour pill is swallowed,
Procedures are followed,
And he exits in dignified fashion.
And he feels such a fool
To abide by this rule,
But tradition says smother his passion.
¶ 4
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Heroic John Gill
Would be manager still
If some players had shown more maturity,
And its sad that the strife
Of a manager’s life
Is allied to such great insecurity.
¶ 5
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But he’s fallen upon a
Sharp dagger with honour,
Accepting his undeserved guilt.
But will they lose sleep,
Those whose actions cut deep,
Causing innocent blood to be spilt?
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