What’s It All About?
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Football is the “New Maths”
All those numbers
Adding up to squiddily squat when you lose
What’s the mean then?
The bl**dy chairman who has short arms
And deep pockets!
He’s mean!
And our overweight overpaid striker
Well he’s gross, our yearly GNP!
And division?
Well we’ll be calculating the loss percentage
When we’re relegated into a lower division (long long long)
Our midfield maestro’s acute angles
The terrace chanting up a (log) rhythm
You don’t need rocket scientists
To formulate a plan of action here
We’re doomed, doomed!
The writing’s on the wall….
E=MC Square (ball).
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