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作词 : Richard Dawson |
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作曲 : Richard Dawson |
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Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that's my dad, |
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Purple in the face, getting really mad |
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Man on! Man on! |
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An empty stadium yells 'man on' |
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Come on! Come on! |
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The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone |
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"Stop fannying around! |
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Keep it nice and simple |
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You're not Lionel Messi, |
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just pass the bloody ball!" |
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Perhaps we were expecting |
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this to be a walk in the park |
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but these bastards from King's Priory |
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are kicking lumps out of us |
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Their left back slips taking a freekick |
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It trickles over the mud straight to me |
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In desperation he scrambles and slides |
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I leap his flailing leg and dink it over the sprawled body of the goalie |
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The net is gaping |
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The ball takes a bobble and I slice wide |
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of the mark... everything goes quiet, |
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staring into the red dark of my palms |
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They launch a long ball into our box |
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Suddenly we find ourselves with a corner to defend |
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I am on the near-post |
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Somehow it gets bundled underneath my feet |
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At the final whistle I am inconsolable |
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Man on, man on |
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I reckon dad is really disappointed with me |
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Come on, come on |
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He tries his best to not show how he really feels |
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In the car home he says, “Dust yourself down, move on to next week's game |
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Shall we pick up a Chinese? Or would you rather fish and chips?” |
