Undone from the outside by underhand
tackles which were surely planned,
ruined, ruined by sheer bad luck,
the Arsenal machine has come unstuck.
Undone from within, from the inside
within our squad some lack resides
Undone, undone I can’t console,
all because some won’t shoot at goal.
Is it over? I’m duty bound to say NO,
duty bound, yet perhaps I know so.
And hope and hope that I am wrong
for we have waited far too long.