The Maestro Returns, A Lesson Learned?
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“I’m looking forward to seeing Franco Zola
Then I think we’ll win four one
Shouldn’t have much trouble turning them over”
Was what I heard on the underground.
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Then a humble man came on the box
To speak honestly of what he’d seen
How his team could easily have nicked three points
To put the cat amongst the pigeons.
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At halftime there was nervous angst
As the home fans started booing
With a volley hurled towards our man
Of “You don’t know what you’re doing”.
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Andy Gray, post match said “A certain pen”
Then that’ll do for me
But then again, to be fair to the ref
He’ll only give what he can see.
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With hindsight, we were fortunate
And I know our fans may moan
But the Indian sign still hangs over us
When ever we’re at home.
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Were The Hammers really up for it
Was Craig Bellamy’s goal a hand ball?
Today there’s nothing we can do about it
It’s …history, that’s all.
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