Why I Despise David James. (For Christine Delaney) A Mate.
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The ‘Ammers’ had just been slaughtered
At Old Trafford in the F.A Cup
The travelling fans from East London
Were marvellous
As their shattered team trudged off
They stood up
They applauded and sang
Gave praise to a man (and woman!)
Consoled the boys in defeat
The team spirit was spent
It was a non event
Some days
You just can’t compete
The t.v camera’s settled on a keeper
Who had just let five or six in
With his arm around one of the Neville brothers
He was joking and sporting a grin
He did’nt give a hoot for The Hammers fans
Who had travelled so far for this game
I’m sorry if this seems fickle to you
But thats why I despise David James.
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