Roddy is “playing pre-season”
With a dozen games still left to play.
I can’t see the rhyme or the reason,
But I’m sure that his tactics won’t pay.
He’s selling his young, hopeful triers,
Deciding they’re not up to scratch,
And he’s brought in some English ex-flyers
Who cannot recall their last match.
He’s playing a game called survival,
Attempting to save Dublin City,
And even his bitterest rival
Affords him a semblance of pity.
But the way he is moving is senseless.
No faith in his management skills?
Destroying young lads is defenceless.
Oh, beware of the sharpening quills.
The best way is simple refinement,
To gee up the lads in his care.
A confidence building assignment,
Encouraging passion and flair.
But bringing in has-beens from Blighty
Will not pull him out of the fire.
He’s bottom, and by the Almighty,
He’s not going to get any higher.