Was It Riley or Whiley? I Dunno!
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They were trying to keep their hopes alive
We were keen to stay in touch
On chances made they should have thrived
As we floundered in the mud.
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The match was fast and furious
As these games sometimes are
And I was sat there fazed and furious
Whilst this Herbert waved these cards.
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Didn’t see a dirty tackle
Or intent to hurt one bloke
What was rife? Was united heckling
To a palid skinny joke.
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Were his contacts in the dressing room
Was his white stick left at home
On that mic taped to his lughole
Did he call his linesman once?
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It seemed that every flippin minute
His beep annoyed the crowd
Is it a contact sport or ain’t it?
And is tackling still allowed?
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A cracking game with out a goal
Don’t see too many of those
And how many cards were brandished?
Only Whiley or Riley knows!
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