1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And now the end is near
And so I face the final season
My friends I’ll say it clear
My contract’s up, of that I’m certain
I’ve built a team that’s full
Of crap and not Steve Heighway
And yes much more than that
I did it my way
Transfers I’ve made a few
And some I made, oh please don’t mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through leage re-election
I planned and played each game
Rotating squads this way and that way
But more, much more than this
I did it, my way
Yes there were times we lost and drew
So much more than we ought to do
But through it all when there was doubt
And our team had a goal drought
I faced it all, and cleaned the walls
And did it my way
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed, you cried
Look at my sides, they’re sick of losing
And now as time subsides
I find it all so amusing
To think I caused all that
And may I say – in not a shy way
“No, oh no not me
I did it my way”
For what is a man(ager), what has he got?
If not a club then bloody nowt
To say the things he truly feels
And hoping all his words mislead
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way!


(“My Way”-Sid Vicious and Frank Sinatra)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-way/