Yorkshire advice
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“Calm thi ssen son, for the match isn’t won,
there’s a near good 5 minutes to go,”
i said this to me lad, sittin’ there lookin’ glad,
cos he’s on’y a youngster y’know
and he’s not follered Wednesday for seasons,
not like hoary old timers like me,
for with 6 minutes left, times they’ve left me bereft,
as b-g-rs like Arsenal got 3
But it’s hard to calm teenage fanatics,
it takes toil hardened time for to sculpt,
a fan such as me, who will never foresee
a result……….. til it is a result
but mayhap its me.. pessimistic,
cos there were only 5 minutes left,
we were winning 4 nowt, the result it was wrote,
but you just never know, … WHISTLE REF!!!!
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