Sour Grapes and Other Such Japes!
¶ 1
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The past, the past has gone at last
Like Sundays match result
We look toward the future
As yer title hopes fade out
¶ 2
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So Sundays game wasn’t that important?
Ah, but what if you had won
Would you be still quoting yester years wins?
I don’t think so me son!
¶ 3
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An o.g won the league cup for us or so you say
A hotly disputed goal put you through
Ah but winning, thats the name of the game
And we’ve just beaten you!
¶ 4
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Every game is crucial
No matter what you say
” Winning is not eveything, It’s the only thing”
As Bill Shankly used to say
¶ 5
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Your history of trophy wins is fantastic
Of that there is no doubt
But every time you lose a match
Must you roll that history out?
¶ 6
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Yesterday! Done and dusted
Sundays match forgot
If we had lost, thats the way it goes
It’s history, is it not?
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