The Football Association of Ollieland
¶ 1
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Things are looking dodgy, Derry beaten us again
Ollies starts a sweatin’, palpitations now and then
The prize for Champions and CL, Shels badly need the money
It’s either that – or see the club go sailing down the swanny
¶ 2
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Ollie like the foulest smell, continues just to linger
Could it be cos the powers that be, are wrapped around his finger ?
He’ll take every route possible, we’ll go to court, he’ll bitch
Couldn’t he just be satisfied to win it on the pitch ?
¶ 3
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There were grounds for points deduction, even forfeiture
But now it seems the replay has become the haute couture
Any club that has suspensions must surely make them play
For even if you lose the match you’ll obtain a replay
¶ 4
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Derry have called their lawyers in and also turned to prayer
How can the League be cut and paste by a fool at Merrion Square?
Pudding bowl haircut, Wildean, on him you can rely
Remembering failure can’t be spelt without an “FAI”
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