Sack the Swede
¶ 1
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What on earth did we think we were doing?
No passion, pride, or commitment,
No game plan.
Totally tactically inept against a team
of journeymen.
Abiding images of a truly dreadful night:
MacLaren telling Rooney to smile
whilst the manager looked the other way.
But Wayne had lost the plot,
frustrated by his manager’s clueless
decision to play him on the left;
Owen ploughing a lone furrough up front –
sixteen million for that?
No target man to provide a focal point
for the attack;
We were better with Emile Heskey.
We’ve gone backwards under Sven.
¶ 2
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And the Irish?
What lions!
They played like dervishes
with passion and belief;
Sticking to an astute manager’s game plan –
to frustrate and harry their opponents
in two banks of four
across the park,
limited, but so,so effective.
For players and fans alike
the best night ever,
an excuse to party the night away.
¶ 3
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For England?
Utter humiliation.
Once there was a turnip,
but now we have a swede.
Time, now for pride, passion, belief;
time to sack the Swede.
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