The team have been training hard all week
This afternoon it all went wrong
But still the hoards behind advertising boards
Sang their names out loud in song
The manager looked on anxiously
As the defence got pretty slack
Two bad mistakes, is all it takes
To get a man the sack
Directors have no patience
As they sign the cheques
As the tears and fear of relegation loom
What else would you expect?
The media start this frenzy
Calling for a head
Tis like a public lynching
In days of: ‘ Off with his head ‘!
‘ We all know the only certainties
In football looking back
Is that one day we’ll be hero’s
The next day we’ll be sacked ‘
Some pretty decent managers
As August comes around
Must be trembling in their boots
As points, need quickly to be found
Four games in, they’re now calling
To get a new man in, now!
Is there a more precarious position in life?
I don’t think so, somehow!