The tale of tomorrow
to the tune of Mr Brightside by The Killers:
Starting out at the Bridge,
and we're doing just fine,
Chelsea press but as yet,
their without a goal.
It started out with a miss,
we're thinking it could be six.
It was only a miss,
but they're taking the piss.
Now my head's in my hands,
as the blue team attack.
we clear the ball,
but it keeps coming back.
Crosses keep coming in,
Bramble clears it again,
and Gyan controls on his chest...
Now he's clean through on goal,
please let him score.
I just can't look it's killing me,
he's clean through on goal.
John Terry,
scythes him down deliberately.
convinces the referee,
while we're shouting penalty.
But that's just the price we pay,
when there's the big 4 to play.
Can refs open up their eyes,
against the top sides.
Disclaimer: That's how boring train journeys are!
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"Wait until some tart dusts her twat in coke and sits on his face. That'll be the end of mummy's boy" - Youmademerealise on Henderson's modest approach to turning pro.
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