My brother doesn't see why I bother
I'd afford more fancy clobber
Have less stress
The brain wouldn't be such a mushy mess
But I'm hitting a brick wall
The ups and downs of eleven men and a ball
Is a lure I cannot resist
Gone are the days of Smithy's red mist
Of Beckham and Owen
Seeing Bobby Robson coming and going
Getting up to the opposition bus
Banter with players was no fuss
These days they look like they could be my kids
Promotion ideas hit the skids
Why do I put myself through it?
As I down green tea and sit
I realise I'm not all there
But I go because I care
The characters on and off grass
Cheeky chants on mass
Champions of Europe no more
Home grown talent out the door
But Leeds are something else
They might damage my health
Yet they are my team
Got to keep hold of the dream....
Garry seems a sound guy
Still apprehensive I won't lie
Won't change over night
Will Massimo see the light?
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