A mouse scored a goal in the deep dark prem,
To be continued….
A cock saw the mouse and the mouse looked good,
“Where are you going to, little blond mouse?
Stay six more years in my trophyless house.”
“It’s terribly kind of you Cockerel, so yes,
If you find us a coach to stop trophylessness”
A winning coach, eh? Well I have one in mind…”
He has shocking white hair, and terrible pride,
He parks the bus terribly at every side.
He’s won prem, liga, serie and gongs Europe-wide.”
“So when are you hiring him?”
“Right now! Well, maybe next season,
So will you stay now, is that a good reason?”
“A winning coach! For sure!” mouse said,
“I’ll stay, little Cockerel” and goalward he sped.
“Silly old mouse, doesn’t he know,
There’s no such thing as a winning Spurs coach!”
On scored the mouse through the deep dark prem,
But no trophies were won by the mouse and his friends.
The mouse looked out of the door of the house,
“How long will I wait, before I get out?”
“Where are you going to, little blond mouse?
Stay four more years in my trophyless house.”
“It’s frightfully nice of you, Cockerel, so yes,
If you find us a coach to stop trophylessness.”
“A winning coach, yes. Well there is one I’ve seen…
He has a terrible wig, and he’s terribly mean,
He falls out with the owners of every team,
But he’s won prem and serie and trophies that gleam”
“So when are you hiring him?”
“Right now! Well… maybe later this season,
So will you stay now, is that a good reason?”
“A winning coach! OK then,” mouse said,
“I’ll stay, little Cockerel,” and goalward he sped.
“Silly old mouse, doesn’t he know,
There’s no such thing as a winning Spurs coach!”
On scored the mouse through the deep dark prem,
Still no trophies were won by the mouse and his friends.
The mouse went to the door of the empty house,
“I can’t wait any longer, I have to get out!”
“Where are you going to, little blond mouse?
Stay two more years in my trophyless house.”
“It’s frightfully nice of you, Cockerel, but no,
We’ve still won no trophies, so I’ve got to go.”
“Well there’s one more thing I think you should know.
I’m going to hire a Postecruffalo.”
“A Postecruffalo? What’s a Postecruffalo?”
“He’s not terribly prideful, nor terribly mean,
He hasn’t won prem or trophies that gleam,
He won’t park the bus, or fall out with players,
He won’t wind up the press, or slam the wage-payers,
Fans will all love him, and they really won’t care,
That his background and cabinet seem a bit bare.
We’re hiring him now. Well, let’s say pre-season,
So will you stay put, is that a good reason?”
“You must be joking! Fuck that!” mouse said,
“I’m off, little Cockerel”, and to Bayern he sped.
“Silly old Cockerel, doesn’t he know,
There’s no such thing as a Postecruffalo.”
But who is this shambling down Hotspur Way?
The Postecruffalo
