My Ding – a – Ling
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It’s a win win for Swindon
as Ling swings into town.
Former fans favourite
who strutted his stuff
on the County Ground stage,
making box to box shuttles
in the Hoddle era has
swapped that red Town top
for a manager’s coat,
changed his clean shaven looks
for a salt and pepper beard (mostly salt);
exchanged his place on the pitch
for a spot in the dug-out.
Ling’s cheery grin just the same,
accent still dripping with
tripe and jellied eels –
a true Cockney geezer,
a diamond in the rough
if there ever was one.
And we all wish him well.
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