Will This Be Cork’s Season?
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Will this be the season that Cork get it right?
Can they mount a strong push for the title?
Will they eke out a win when the game’s deathly tight?
For Dolan, that surely is vital.
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The League has been shanghaied by Shelbourne and Bohs,
As Dublin’s achieved a monopoly.
Cork should be challengers, one might suppose,
If they could get organised properly.
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Excuses might well keep the wolf from the door,
But sadly, not ad infinitum.
Sooner or later, says football’s great law,
The fans need some cups to delight ‘em.
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For Dolan needs triumph, some glitt’ring success
To satisfy great expectations.
Cork’s burgeoning fanbase demands nothing less,
And won’t accept procrastinations.
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His cocksure pronouncements when taking the reins
May well come back shortly to haunt him.
Detractors may take up the usual refrains,
To scourge and belittle and taunt him.
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He launches too many a bitter complaint,
With noisy and public hand-wringing.
More sympathy rests with a reasoned restraint
That refuses to sink to mud-slinging.
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Is Dolan the man to set Leeside aglow?
Can his jewel achieve that rare lustre?
Will the fierce Rebel Army continue to grow?
Or is he all posture and bluster?
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