One Season is Hard to Swallow
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Ninth with six games to go
It’s not been the best of seasons
Our attendance, though, is top of the league
And our pies have leek and cheese in
We have Englands forgotten keeper
A defence with knocking knees
A calendar manager (his days are numbered)
But hey, I’m only teasing
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