Just one more question, to the neutrals it is aimed,
to check if our levels of fun are being adequately sustained:
WAS THAT FUCKING ENTERTAINING ENOUGH FOR YOU???
or was our ‘goals conceded’ level still a bit too few?

They came from the North, in fact from Liverpool
Where shoplifters abound and no-one goes to school
Home of the Beatles, no less, the source of their only pride
Yet you don’t find many locals playing in their football side.

Those Scousers were magnificent, of that there can be no doubt
Playing with an ease, a style, a superb flow throughout
Yet Tottenham rose to the occasion, enabling the impossible
They made Liverpool look magnificent, whilst we remained a rabble.

Not many teams could arrange such a really high level of farce
that enables their opposition to seemingly kick them up the arse.
The goals came in a flurry, one and two and three
The third though scored by Tottenham, that one nobody could foresee

So they scored a couple more, aided impeccably by our defence
Who were apparently playing for the neutral fans, with not much common sense
They were simply left floundering, half way up the pitch
in accordance with Ange’s methods, life can be a bitch.

‘We play the high line!’, rinse and fucking repeat
Never go backwards with the ball at your feet
We never gave up, our attacking was heaven sent
Except the ball kept going to that horrible geezer, Trent.

Nine goals was the final tally, an afternoon to be enjoyed by all
as our slippage down the table continued to bleedin fall
The pundits were a’ravin’, how Spurs are entertainin’,
it wasn’t even rainin’; but did my fucking brain in!!!

Happy fucking Monday

A xxxx