A Game of Two Halves
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Swaggerin’ to the ground, pie in one hand
fanzine in the other, to see our latest signing –
a good 10,000 and me and my kid brother.
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I’m in my spot in the Nutter Stand when
a snowflake falls and settles on my brother’s coat.
“That’s torn it,” I say “they’ll not risk him now.”
But they do and how he plays in that snow-
storm; dribbling passing shooting heading in the snow!
What talent. We have him cheap at a million. Half time:
One up to the lads. What a manager. What an investment.
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Second half and the snow melts. We take off our coats.
Roll-up our sleeves. Two more would do it. One is
“That’s the stuff!” we roar
and “Get stuck in!” but it isn’t and they don’t.
The boss takes him off – our investment’s down the pan.
So what’s gone wrong with our million man?
Don’t ask me. Once the snow melts I can’t see
that flamin’ orange ball…against the green.
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Talk about a game of two halves –
All the papers said it was the best they’d seen.
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