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Was the big cup game called off,
That’s scant reason to scoff
A terrible feeling for any travelling fan
Had North London much snow
Not as far as I know
Had the KGB kidnapped Arshevan?
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Our train carriage was rampant with…mourning
Till one mobiled kid phoned his mum
“We’re on the train home, so I’m calling
To let you know mum. Arsenal beat Hull by 2-1”.
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You wouldn’t have thought so, judging by their faces
They’d this bleak sadness I’ll always remember
Why is it, if them Gooners don’t dominate every game
Their fan’s monikers remind me of…Wenger?