Red Letter Day
¶ 1
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First Whinger and Benitez,
now Fergie and Grant.
Time, gentlemen please;
time you got your comeuppance
for dissing the FA Cup;
for ripping fans off
by sending your team to foreign climes;
for fielding your fledgling reserve team;
for fleecing loyal fans;
for not caring enough.
Well you can keep your Champions League
because I have news for you:
the FA Cup is alive and kicking.
No team from the top four
in this year’s final
to bore us all to tears.
What a joy! What a delight!
Barnsley and Pompey, we salute you
and join your jumping fans
in dancing a jig of joy,
imagining ourselves cavorting
around our own pitch,
embracing our own
mud spattered heroes.
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