Staying Put….until next window.
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If you refuse to sell me then I won’t play
Imagine that happening in Shankley’s day
Or youngsters attempting to call the bluff
Of BUSBY, REVIE or MISTER CLOUGH
The CHARLTON brothers, HURST and GREAVES
Spitting out dummies and taking their leaves.
His suitcase packed by DAVID DE GEYE
To a bigger club he was on his way
But the plane took off with a empty seat
As the transfer forms were incomplete.
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