Caught him in possesion
Mugged him once or twice
Stop him forwardly progressing
To maybe score and win the night.
Shut him down and crowded him
Got stuck right in his face
And as he ain’t that fast at running
He kept getting done for pace.
Pep had done a job on him
He’d watched him on the tapes
Seen the way he seems to drift on in
Score and win us vital games.
So he wasn’t looking best pleased
When they tugged him second half
As his number shone on Barca’s green
Sarcastically he gasped.
Then trudged toward the dug-out
Where Guus and Butch were sat
Pulled his sponsored sweatshirt down
Slunk back and watched the match.
It ain’t the personal glory
Or one man and his dream
His display, last night was poorly
So Guus tugged him, to benefit the team!