Some Fantasy
¶ 1
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I built a squad around Giroud
and Mata, and some others, who
I’d barely heard of, just to watch
an ankle break, United scotch
what looked to be three wins.
¶ 2
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Then things went from bad to worse
a Premier transfer window curse
deprived my squad of El Ahmadi.
Thirty points? It’s . . . well . . . comedy.
The Chelsea section grins.
¶ 3
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I stay up late, work permutations,
search online for new sensations,
but results still stay the same.
Once I thought I knew this game.
Now it kicks me in the shins.
¶ 4
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And now I care if Cattermole
gets booked, or Bojan scores a goal.
I used to follow the top four.
Now my kids don’t see me anymore.
The spiral down begins.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Some fantasy.
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