Manks United.
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Red faced I cheer the Blues
“Come on City, show what you got!”
Bobby Mank’s expensive oddballs
v Chelsea, “You can Beat this lot…”
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And they did! 4-2, I can’t believe it,
thank you Craig (that sticks in my throat)
and well done Carlos, though we don’t miss you
Team Terry buried, all Manks can gloat.
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Meanwhile, Reds have a weekend free
but take a trip to that London town
to pick up another trophy, easy
Carling Cup, Manchester bound.
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City, we beat you, in the semi, remember
how many years since you won a cup?
set your eyes on the silver, City
you may look but you cannot touch.
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