Points Of No Return
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Clean sheet, three goals, three points
What more do you want
You had to ask
And that is my point
We want entertainment
Not watch the same routine
Acted out each week: we want to see football
Not lump it up to fall between
The diddymen
Don’t you know
Iwan left two years ago
Autopilot fails to operate
Midfield engine misfiring
Wingers retracted to boost defence
Only Hucks makes any menace
You’re just going through the motions
Turning up then turning off
We’re leaving through the turnstiles
This time we’ve had enough
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