So Long, Tony, And Thanks For All The Draws
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It started off so promisingly
but, like so much these days,
it simply wasn’t built to last.
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Too many matches set up not to lose
too many games without a shot…
on target; no reflection of our glorious past.
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Best squad in decades, but still
success is measured in finishing… seventeenth.
No decent Cup run since… the beginning of Time.
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The pundits say we’ve been punching above our weight
for years. How long before that becomes the deserved position
of a talented bunch of players, playing in their prime?
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Had my fill of trying to simply limit the loss;
eventually the buck had to stop… with the Boss.
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Had my fill of dreading looking for the final score
so, so long Tony, and thanks for all the draws.
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