1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh….Fabregas is magic*
He wears a magic hat
He could be down The Arsenal
But why would he do that?
He passes with his left foot
He passes with his right
and now we’ve won the league again
We’ll sing this song all night!…..and we did.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’ve a certain top ten hit (see above)
We’re number one again
We’ve a Euro-vision
So we’re clearly outta sight and have been for some time.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Magic or what?



The copy of the wonderful song above. An (On The Bridge version) has been cleaned up in order to post here within me poem.(I didn’t write the song) Do try and catch the other version on YouTube if your a Chelsea fan. Where some of the chaps waiting to get in the ground (and also in the ground v Liverpool). Perform a right blinding version of it, and where Fabregas takes a bow to us fans for our camera’s. A scene I’ve tried to describe in a previous poem here.

*To the tune of; “My Old Mans A Dustman”

Championie, Championie. Ole, Ole, Ole. Big Up To The Lads. Blinding.

Stay well, be lucky, keep smiling and enjoy the summer.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/magic/