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What was the referee thinking,
How could he make such a diabolical call?
Stevie Clarke held his tongue with real dignity
Though his boat showed a manager galled.
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Our man was knocked down by the slightest of winds
Could have rolled off Old Father close by
So we’ve plundered two points off of Stevie Clarke’s team
To our manager’s shame and delight.
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These home records ain’t worth a tanner
If we’re winning those points underhand
I had hoped for the truth from our manager
On the point we had stolen as shammed.
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Yet he comes on the telly ignoring the facts
Or the problems his team have right now
Talks about buying dinner, when / if our record is scratched
Clearly intent on provoking a row.
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Truth is The Baggies were cheated
A truth the televised pictures present
And had our manager decided to agree with this?
What a point (sic) he’d have gained as a mensch!*
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