I don't care about Rooney's foot
I find myself not caring Whether Rooney plays, or not. He’s in, he’s out The press all shout Am I worried? Not a jot. The lad can play, there is no doubt “Superb” the fans all scream. Let’s not forget, At least not yet, He’s just one of a team.
© ALan McKean June 2006
Wriiten on holiday, hence its lateness.
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