The Wonder Of Seeing Red ..Thru Blue Glasses
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As much as it pains me to say it
But credit where credit is due
You have to admire such passion and fire
That the Arsenal had laid out on view
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It’s their free-flowing play and posession
That saw them unbeaten so long
As you gaze on you know as they sweep past their foe
It’s their rhythm and flair that’s so strong
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It’s hello to the purring and strolling again
And their gliding and effortless style
With Italy’s best strewn all over the place
Well it makes even Chelsea fans smile
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Without any ducking or diving
Or gathering round referees
With skill and finesse they remind us whose best
When they set out to dazzle and please
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And maybe we can’t call them “British”
Whatever a British team is
But when they perform it’s like champagne at dawn
Its like strawberries served with Bucks Fizz
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While Europe takes note of a side written off
In the way they wrote off Liverpool
And maybe it’s Barca that everyone fears
But Wenger is nobody’s fool
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Just quietly fashioning gold from the earth
Now the Gunners are stealing the news
It’s cheeky I know -BUT..if Henry should go
Could you make sure…he comes to … The Blues?
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