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Times Like These We ask ourselves, at times like these, ‘What Football Gods did we displease?’ And ask ourselves ‘Who’d be a fan? Who’d want the stress? Who’d understand?’
And ask how, having all the play We give such simple goals away? Or, knowing how we must attack, We still play four across the back!
Our recent form’s all ups and downs We play like heroes, then like clowns. One minute it’s ‘How near the top?’ The next it’s ‘Let’s avoid the drop!’
At times like these, on days like this, We yearn for Shearer or Le Tiss. We blame the coach, at times like these We blame the pitch, or referees.
Our hearts know what we might achieve Our eyes see scores we can’t believe! The team looks like it’s on the skids And then, ‘Here come the come-back kids!’
At times like these we laugh and cry And tell our mates ‘Don’t ask me why We win, or lose, or sometimes draw!’ But next week we come back for more.
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