Wanderers wonderland
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Wanderers, destroyers of footballing dreams
allardyce’s infantry will run you out of steam
An eclectic mix of merceneries, bargains and journeymen
Lost causes? They all rejuvenute in Big sam’s den
Not quite Wimbledon but you get the drift
They’ll grind you, and hurt you, execution is swift
The champions league may be the holy grail
Bolton in the Champions league? Maybe when I’m frail
You call them hoofers, too physical, an unfashionable team
but hey in a democracy everyone can dream
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