We’re Really Riding Our Luck!
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Hats off, to that extra defender
Who kept waning hopes on the up
If beaten, our chances were slender
Of catching them Mancs on the hop.
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When the first one sailed in,
It was looking a cinch
We’d steam roll red team from North East
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Then the interval came,
Interupting our play
And what flair we had shown disappeared.
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Those three stops by the twefth man were crucial
If the top of the league is our aim
And I’ll grant(sic) you, Sunday night’s M.O.T.D trio
Were right, how good fortune had helped us, that day.
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And the extra defender, what’s his name?
Can’t remember. Was it Desailly or Frank Lebouf’s ghost?
I re-call, who kept those shots out,
It’s just come back to me now
T’was crossbar twice with support from the post!
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