Berti Vogts
¶ 1
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Farewell Berti Vogts
The poisioned chalice
That is “international football manager”
Claims yet another scalp
And they will pick the bones no doubt
But still
Your medals as a player go on
Get them out
Those reminders of your glory
Something those who mocked
Would love to copy but never can
Of that there is no doubt.
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