Through An Old Man’s Eyes
¶ 1
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No more negativity,
No more fearing the worst
No more thinking after three wins
The bubble is going to burst.
¶ 2
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The players are full of confidence
The way that I should be
But after years of disappointment
It’s very hard for me.
¶ 3
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I am very old you see
Have supported Wolves for years
And just when things are going well
The season usually ends in tears.
¶ 4
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Nuno who? Never heard of him
He’s our manager and I’m told
That he’s brought in lots of players
Who aren’t very old
¶ 5
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I see these boys run onto the field
And they tell me it’s my team
I shake my head, does not compute
This surely is a dream.
¶ 6
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My Wolves have never played like this
They’re just huff and puff
They don’t dominate other teams
Playing this mesmerising stuff.
¶ 7
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They ping the ball left and right
Just as fast as it can get
And before I see what’s happening
They have it in the net.
¶ 8
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Who are all these young talents
Happy to don the old gold
Where has Jodi Craddock gone?
Don’t tell me he’s been sold.
¶ 9
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I never really liked the Chinese
Not their customs or their food
But one thing you can’t deny
Their businessmen are shrewd.
¶ 10
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And now that they own my club
I’m as happy as can be
Because now we’re making progress
The way we ought to be.
[Where has Jodi Craddock gone?]
I googled him (not being a Wolves fan, I hadn’t heard of him) and was surprised by what I found. There can’t be many ex-footballers who become artists. Thanks for alerting me to this interesting guy.