Paddy
¶ 1
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It was the stars of the future
Against the here and now
The Gypsies at Dalymount
Take a bow
¶ 2
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With Blue Moon hanging in the air
(But not as well as Jason Byrne)
It’s Vieira’s proteges
Who take their turn
¶ 3
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Unfortunately as a spectacle
It was death by a thousand passes
And never once was heard
“Oi ref, where’s yer glasses!”
¶ 4
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And with the first team in Stuttgart
Taking a hammering
For whom of these young ones
Will Pellegrini be clamouring?
¶ 5
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Truth is, not a one
And the stats will confirm
That the likeliest outcome
Is ‘crash and burn’
¶ 6
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So, of the home crew
Who caught the eye?
Anto Murphy and ‘Scolesey’
But all the rest, far too shy
¶ 7
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But really, there was only one Paddy present
Who was heaven sent. *
One of the greatest ever
An ‘Invincible’, who proved a real gent
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