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All week, I committed the cardinal sin
In predicting before-hand, we would win
Yorkshire tea-leaves read, said the odd goal in three?
Still as they say, que sera, sera, (what will be, will be)
A one-nil victory, sees Thomy.T, and West Londoners like me…
Crowned, Championes, Championes, Championes a Europe agin!
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This morning, my sore throat parched dry
From screaming loudly as a bean-pole like Kai
Stuck the the ball in an unguarded Man City net
Yet tis the sight of a diminutive N’Golo Kante,
Terrifying the living bejaysus out a Man City,
On a night, this proud West Londoner won’t ere forget.