An ode the Pride of London Silently perching on a perch so high, are The Citizens anywhere nigh? They say pride goes before a fall, aint the Red Mancunians already in a downfall? Like experienced patient kings of the jungle, the Blue Pride kept at their search for glory, Little Sherwood and co. were never far from a bungle, and just after halftime made the ultimate fumble. Little Sherwood had not enough luck, Lest wouldve lucked his way out like Sherlock, With a Kaboul as clumsy as a parked bus, there was just not enough luck for the gobsmacked boss. Oh Samuel, you beautiful young old man, of what stuff of legends you are made? A hat-trick against the Devils and a beaut today you paid, Oh Cameroonian glory, whats the eternal lifespan? The sweet Hazards of London are Frankly down South, the pretenders and Failure Specialists keep to the North, Sprinkle on a few Oscars into the AutoMatic, and all youd get is the Serb General named Matic. Demba Ba undoubtedly read the script, and how the superb Senegalese put in a great shift, Gary Cahill and John Terry Oh what a combo, the North London chickens were left in pitiable limbo. Legend Petr Cech barely had a game, To the Czech it was more of the same same, Spuds at Three Points Lane equals Spuds at Stamford Bridge, some things just never seem to change. The trophies keep raining but only in South West London, Willian saw the light and left the North well alone, Ramires and the other Samba Boys came here to stay, Oh what more can a satisfied man say? Europe witnessed Munich Glory moons back to their fill, as Bayern felt our glorious wrath first hand on their turf, Barcelona already know the scores and the drill, It aint easy beating Chelsea as we are made of tough stuff. We are Chelsea we blitz who we want, You get blitzed you go home and cut out the rant, Andre Schürrle scores or makes you stumble for a good old fumble, respect The Pride of London or stay in trouble. Roman had the billions and wised up with a plan, the plan was wicked and special and needed someone Special, Lo and behold FC Porto happened and Abramovich found his man, His name was Jose Mourinho and his capture was essential. Give unto Caesar what is Caesars says the Holy Book, Caesar Azpilicueta would take it from you anyway, You choose to give or try to dribble away, be damned thinking the Spaniard would leave you off the hook. Tick tock chimes the ancient clock, The Pride of London will always have its meal, As the best European club in England we rock, Take that to the bank or disregard at your own peril. #blueblood#
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 17:23:24 +0000
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