The price of failure
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The end of the season is drawing near
Some clubs will rejoice and some others shed a tear
The ups and downs will soon unfold
The words “if only” are constantly told
Financial losses,finances gained
The tales of woe are self explained
So near so far the list is long
Does the manager know why it all went wrong
What ever it was theres always a reason
The plans have been drawn for the start of next season
How do we get more bums on our seats
When the side we turn out are easily beat
No money to buy no players to sell
Very little income during the summer spell
The sale of tickets for the season new
Will keep them afloat for a month or two.
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