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It’s drenched with regret
Like the kind us fans get
When we’ve won and we can’t leave the ground
On that wave of euphoria
We’d sit and re-live with the doors shut
If the owners would say it’s allowed.
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Our owner’s praised and left highly regarded
For the trust he bestowed on Don Juan
There’s no comment amiss, or even guarded
Toward Mourinho, for limited playtime this term.
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With The Show coming up
To be seen playing’s a must
If he wants to be considered for Spain
A star sat watching the game
Ain’t even catching the plane
Us fans know that, there’s no need to explain.
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His admiration for us is un-questioned
He seems amazed by the greetings received
Those feelings are mutual, and we’ve learned a lesson
In real humility when receiving esteem.
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So it’s adios me shun
Your chosen journey goes on
We’ll meet again when the new season comes
Our hearts wont ever forget
The wonderful tribute you’ve penned
Or the impression you left on us Blues in West London.
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Last night our team entered Nirvana
Prior to practice on The Iron’s parked bus
Some uninformed fans shouted loudly: “Where’s Mata,
Is it true he’s no longer with us?”