What A Difference A Week Makes?
¶ 1
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Reel them Blue flags in
Take it on the chin
Standing in a down-pour spare a thought
For those that never came,
Who couldn’t bear to brave such rain?
They’ll never know emotion of this sort.
¶ 2
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Look up to darkened skies
Through gutted what if eyes
I’d have bet me house our Frank was sure to score
It just wasn’t meant to be
I mean. They scored all three
If Frank had scored we might have lucked a draw.
¶ 3
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Clap your hands to praise the boys
In a cacophony of noise
To let them known such dire days are rare
When next we win again
We’ll sing and cheer their names
We’re still on top, it’s them what put us there.
¶ 4
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Last week we were it
The title in our mitts
According to which tabloid hack you read
This week-end we’re also rans
And all the best laid plans
Have gone amiss and title dreams are dead.
¶ 5
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There’s a long, long way to go
Who’ll win it? No one knows
A season isn’t judged on just one score
Next weeks? Another day
We’ll turn up come what may
This battle may be lost but not the war.
¶ 6
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As the rain comes teeming down
In an up north sodden town
We head towards the exits with our hopes
That we’ll rise up to win again
Play on through barriers of pain
As Ancelotti shakes hands with that Sparky bloke!
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