Well Gutted and Disgusted Of West London!
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A blinding game at The Bridge today
As our visitors leave with the spoils
Defensively marshalled it has to be said
By a trojan patrolling our soil.
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Our records been broken, as all of “em” will
Coz that’s what such records are for
And last weeks fine athletes are over the hill
How fickle us bad losers are?
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Who cares if Rick O’Shay scored the winner
Or De.Flected is claiming that goal
If Torres had played, he’d ave had us for dinner
They’d better chances than us on the whole.
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A free kick that bounced off the woodwork
A finger tip touched over by Cech
At times we were lacking their trojan like leader
And our back line looked more than suspect.
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I’ve written these word’s on the football
Coz that’s why I went to the game
As for the moronic chanting aimed at supporters of Liverpool
Describing it further, would only deepen my shame!
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