DON’T FOLLOW MY LEADER.
Roy Hodgson addressed the men assembled
All doe-eyed and serious like the puppy he resembled
With fear in his eyes, he looked round for a leader
Thinking deep down he was an unlucky bleeder
For having to choose from this motley crew
Was like trying to find meat in a veggie stew
No energy for England,
But stamina for Blingland.
Role models were thin.
Just a Rolls with some models in.
Adultery, drinking, racism and fighting
…That’s just John Terry, the list is frightening
The fans will probably think he's a loony
But he'll have to plump for……Jason Roberts
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