Someone Called José Strikes Again

We stood and remembered the moments
Like funeral goers in thought
In fact we stood up for most of the game
As we wasted the seat we had bought

And likewise we wasted another big night
As we fell without passion or pride
It was hard  to deflect it was hard to digest
As our 'enemy' stood on the side

An enemy who was our leader here once
The greatest of all we have known
After all of the years we were rubbish and poor
But he's gone and we're stood here alone

And sometimes you look back and wonder
As you stream through the streets at the end
And you wish you could freeze all the magic
And turn back the clock once again

But reality bites like a bitter North wind
On a train on the journey back west
Fair play to you José you had us in bits
On the night you were simply the best

© CT 2010

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