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19-18

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 19-18

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Sometimes this Season we have played
Like men in a trance or a dream
Chasing our huge Prize and the fulfilment
Of Sir Alex’s Life Work –

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Through the snows of December
And the piercing cold.
Or like actors who know
Their lines so well

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They’ve gone into auto-pilot –
While Rooney, The Prince,
Was out of sorts
Berbie and Javier carried the torch

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And Vidic and Edwin were unbeatable
At the back.
The Season was above all
A triumph for Sir Alex’s

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Well-honed Management Skills
His cunning, his tactical mastery.
And now, it’s May, and the pitches are more green
And for Man Utd, it is 19-18.

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Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/19-18/