Our New Manager looks like a Coach Driver
¶ 1
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‘Our new manager
looks like a bus driver.’
¶ 2
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No uniform image arrives.
Bus drivers are so diverse though, Sid.
There are differences in nature,
temperament and manner
from London to Riga,
Kingston to Kingston,
Manchester to Minsk.
¶ 3
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One even took us to Cambridge once
when we were crying out for Colchester.
¶ 4
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It was a Tuesday night game
and we kept tapping him on the shoulder.
He reached his destination
while we missed the game.
¶ 5
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What do you mean though, Sid?
Most drivers will get you there.
It’s a rare one who fails,
who takes you to Cambridge
despite your yearnings.
¶ 6
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‘Picture Steve Clarke’, he said.
(I’m with you. I can see him.
He’s your new manager. Steve Clarke.
Did well at West Brom.
Yin to Mourinho’s Yang.)
¶ 7
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‘Picture Steve Clarke’, he repeated,
‘but with a bigger belly, earring,
tattoo, short-sleeved shirt,
gold chain- rattling change.’
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