Yo-Yo Club
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Two points away from our fourth promotion in eight years-
get ready for more celebrations, mixed with joyful tears!
¶ 2
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But what will next season bring? More of the same?
A catalogue of brave defeats? The all-too-brief tilt at fame?
¶ 3
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The dodgy decisions always going the way of the Big Four?
The bitter taste in the mouth that it could have been so much more?
¶ 4
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Fergie feeling hard done by? Don’t make me laugh!
The ref only got his book out to ask Rooney for his autograph!
¶ 5
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Our ‘boinging’ is now legendary;
our past, in general, held in great renown
But can we please keep our boinging to the terraces-
it’s getting tiresome keep yo-yo-ing up and down!
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