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He’ll notice the lack of tapas,
And the quality of Rioja, on the Oxford Road.
But easing up on the patatas bravas
May be good for him in the long run
And, let’s face it, Keegan will be expecting a few.
Long runs, that is.
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So no more tortillas for Steve McManaman
Who, like mushy peas, is no substitute.
Hot nights may still be spent in the Alhambra
But somehow I doubt it.
There’s not so much chance of escaping your marker
In a Wythenshawe disco.
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I wonder if Macca’s front room
Is covered in bullfight posters
Reminding him of Sporting Gijon defenders –
Every one a picador –
And how he went by them
Like so many wicker donkeys.
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He’ll have to forget flamenco, stout Cortez,
The rain falling mainly on the plain.
No more idling round the Prado with Zidane and Figo.
But at least now he’ll be able to pack his bucket and spade
And take a package holiday in Majorca
Like the rest of us.