Tactically Slaughtered.
¶ 1
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West London’s prodigal son
Returns home with new charges and stuns
With a tactical plan
To frustrate home fans
And confirm he’s still “The Special One”.
¶ 2
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Outclassed, out of sorts or naive
We were tactically slaughtered like sheep
With our game plan in shreds
We were one down and dead
As “The Special One’s” team take the lead.
¶ 3
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As our moaning and whinging progressed
Our fired former coach did impress
What you need to be great,
On such nights for big games
Is your team to be thoroughly prepared?
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A rock like defence was un-breached
As the point of frustration was reached
When our well marshalled striker
Who’s known as a diver?
Went to bathe before full time was beeped.
¶ 5
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Inter were far and away
The much better team on the day
And as everyone knows
Like Mourinho does
We could never quite get in the game.
¶ 6
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Post match, he was humble I thought
No malice or digs at our board
He very clearly explained
How he plotted our pain
Not once taking his eye off the ball!
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