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And where will we finish, when the dust settles
Next May…above our local rivals, or floundering
At the bottom of a deep, deep pool; Relegation,
That unthinkable word, but could it happen ? Forest
Went down, Wednesday went down too – Big Clubs,
Or so they thought – but no immunity from failure.
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And still, the fans hope against hope for the glory days
To return – but it will never be the same as when we
Trampled opposition to win Championships and Cups.
The (football) world has changed; now we’re just
One of the pack – no special aura to that golden shirt,
For the players who wear our classic colours.
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And youth is the future, we’re told – no more fancy
Dans on fancy money; all hard graft now, with the kids
Leading the way. So should it be – for a club built on
Buckley’s Babes and Cullis’s Cubs – but a club that
Lost its’ way when Sir Jack’s millions arrived.
Back to basics – a dose of reality is what we need.
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And who will lead us out of darkness, into the light ?
We’ve had two ex-England bosses, and neither could
Do it; even bespectacled Sven would struggle here,
Assuming he knew how to reach Wolverhampton.
So, goodbye Glenn – you were never a Wolves man;
We want passion and pride, not square ball apathy.