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Author: Ian Gould
Started: 13/12/08
Last Edited: 14/12/08
Published: 14/12/08
Revision: 2
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Ruffty, Tuffty, Footballers.Outline: Paid less money, I can't remember the likes of Law, Greaves, Todd, Best or even West Ham's great Clyde Best, whining like they do now. Where there were footballers, rugged, not wet.
Now there are dancers, always upset. You shouldn't boo them, you shouldn't jeer. You should shout bravo! and give them a cheer. The paying public, no longer allowed. To chant, or support, or shout out aloud At footballers, who, may bicker and bitch, Posing and rolling all over the pitch. So tone it down. They have feelings, so deep. They're not paid enough, they're losing on sleep. "Not playing anymore, they called me a name". Footballing rich, just get on with the game. |
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