Steve Foley: (transformation is taking place slowly)
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So the season is over
The suitcases are packed
We’re getting on our flip flops
Our coach is getting sacked
For months now we’ve been calling
For the managers head to roll
So they’ve sacked the head of training
They’ve put him on the dole
Nigel, Doug and Steve were the Three Musketeers
All done for and won **** all
Now they’ve pushed Steve off the team
He’s the guy who had to fall
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