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Sat, comfortable in his plush swivel chair – a man
In control who brooks no dissent. His way the only
Way the club can move forward. Invites us fans to
Question him – but gives the same smooth, evasive
Replies. Politician supreme, our beloved chief exec.
It’s our fault if we boo and complain, and express
An opinion that just might not fit in with his outlook.
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So he remains bomb-proof as owners change and
Seasons go by. Criticised, vilified, mocked, abused;
And not without cause say the punters in the stands.
Not one of us, just reaping the loyalty divided each
Year – when the ‘early bird’ arrives to catch worms.
We talk to a player, he doesn’t sign; we talk again, he
Goes somewhere else. Hopes raised and dashed again.
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He brought us Merlin, but he also brought Glenda; sheer
Luck, good or bad. Is he for us, or against us; assisting
Or hindering…some say plus though many say minus. But
It’s clear he won’t be moved, so buy him a pie and buy
Him a pint and wish him good luck, for sure he needs it.
The promised land is a world away, the gap getting wider
Every year; he’s on borrowed time at the top of the pile.