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Pre-season is done now,
We’ve all had our fun now,
It’s been an encouraging start.
And though it’s no marker,
Things could have been darker –
It’s given supporters great heart.
Predictions are rife
But alas, for my life,
I just can’t understand such malarkey.
I’m just eagerly waiting
The great Second Coming of Sparky.
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Like a deer in full spate
With that high-stepping gait,
His style is unique and familiar.
Though he oft cuts inside,
He is best when out wide –
By far his most mem’rable milieu.
Last year we were lacking
In width when attacking,
But to drive, you need more than a car key.
You need speed and great vision
And pinpoint precision,
All of which are embodied in Sparky.
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Are his tyres well-inflated?
Are his parts lubricated?
Does he still have a stong enough chassis?
Can he purr down the flank?
Has he fuel in the tank?
Are his roadworthy features still classy?
When the crowd yells for more,
Will his engine still roar
Like a powerfully built Kawasaki?
When he goes up a gear,
How the New Stand will cheer!
Keep on plugging away out there, Sparky!
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Is he half a yard slower?
Is he able to go a
Full match without being withdrawn?
Does he still have the pace
To skin full backs with grace,
The great triumph of brains over brawn?
If he’s not what he was,
I’m not bothered because
He’s a part of this club’s hierarchy.
From the terrace will ring
“Play the ball down the wing!”
If in doubt, knock it sideways to Sparky.