What ho, old beans! Long time no see!
Hope all has been well and that Roberts is still annoying everyone, Barry is still getting drunk and Sabre is still dolling out Yoda-like sentiment.
Any-who, last night I was in the pub and doing a very good impression of a man who had drunk half a bottle of Jim Beam (partly because I had drunk half a bottle of Jim Beam) and seeing the result on the pub's flickering TV screen, these words, recorded on my mates mobile phone, came spewing out. And, thinking that there was not a nicer bunch of Reds fans in the world than the Newkit posse, I decided you lot could pass judgement on it. I will admit that I have cleaned it up a bit and I had to do some deciphering of words that sounded like "deerphinnima" and such, but it's pretty true to the drunken original.
Please enjoy, and come on you Reds!
DEAR RAFA (by Theace1983)
Dear Rafa,
You’re the Gaffer
And I know it’s not my place
But you see
It seems to me
When Stevie bagged that brace
He solved the riddle
Of our middle
And brightened up your face
A central role
Is in his soul
Now will you hear our case?
Dear Rafa
Like a Jaffa
You possess appeal
Your mind is sharp
And like a harp
From which you pluck your zeal
You’re often right
But this just might
Give you the league to steal
We’re never bare
Of silverware
But we want 19 to become real
Dear Rafa
I hope you have a
Very long time here
I know that rhyme
Was not that fine
But please lend me your ear
If you want Steve
To really believe
You must allay his fear
He is alright
Upon the right
But the middle, he’s the best its clear
Dear Rafa
You’ll just have ta
Settle for this verse
But with this man
In your central plan
You’ll never need to stretch our purse
It almost seams
That with our team
You see him as a curse
But our Number Eight
Is truly great
Without you both, life would be so much worse.