Yer A Top Man Harry Son In Many More Ways Than One!
¶ 1
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In the dog fight that is survival
Where despicable things can go on
It’s not often that such humility rises above
“We’re too good to go down to div one”
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Two half decent managers now have to drop
Through that invitingly open trap door
Whilst the one who survived them to stay up next year
Is most graciously kind to his foe from the field of no more
¶ 3
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“My heart goes out to two fine young managers
Stevie Bruce and Bryan Robson
It could have been us so I know how they feel”
No malice or hate or turned down handshakes
That lately it seems is quite common
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So cheers Harry son we all know yer one
Who’s never been frightened to say
Just what it is that yer thinking
Tis a shame there are those higher up the ladder
Without the gravitas to do things your way
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