Steve Sherwood was better!
¶ 1
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Robert Green, Robert Green, diving through the mud
Robert Green, Robert Green, landing with a thud
Steals on the pitch
Gives to the (back) four
Robert Green, Robert Green, Robert Green
¶ 2
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He came to Nottingham Forest with a feather in his cap
A keeper never looking to let one slip
His stance was always ready and he kept his reflexes sharp
Never wanting to be outdone by a chip
¶ 3
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Robert Green, Robert Green, diving through the mud
Robert Green, Robert Green, landing with a thud
Steals on the pitch
Gives to the (back) four
Robert Green, Robert Green, Robert Green
¶ 4
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He called the greatest strikers to a shootout in front of goal
They vowed to score for the fans
But they got little joy and few celebrations on the whole
And yet he’s still not part of Capello’s plans
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Robert Green, Robert Green, diving through the mud
Robert Green, Robert Green, landing with a thud
Steals on the pitch
Gives to the (back) four
Robert Green, Robert Green, Robert Green
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