He plays on the left, he plays on the right…


No so much Ronaldo, more Gordo who has had a dither-fit by not calling an election. What a wuss. Mind you, the same header accusation could be aimed at Cameronio who couldn’t win a one ticket lottery, but seems to have convinced Brown that he might lose. So who is it that doesn’t want a poll? Apart from Ming the Merciful?

Anyway, the song was sung loud and long today at Old Trafford. I took Master P to watch the ManU/Wigan game and a strange one it was. Total crap in the first half, pure genius in the second.

Speaking of which, I must congratulate Sir Alex on his punctuation. This from the programme: “Scoring will come, hopefully today, because, as I say, our level of performance has been good.” Comma perfection as it was throughout the two pages. The boy done good.

Okay, so it was a ghost-writer.

But back to the title, I don’t know if it’s mu ears getting older, but I do struggle to work out the lyrics, or did we enunciate our epithets more clearly in my youth? One I did latch onto was that for the concussed Nemanja Vidic (favourite player) which goes like this, to the tune of Volare:

Nemanja, oh oh oh
Nemanja, oh oh oh
He comes from Serb-ia
He’ll f***ing murder ya

Doesn’t quite scan, but few footie chants do.

As for the politics, England beat Australia and Lewis Hamilton is on the verge of a miraculous F1 Championship , the frogs whipped the silver fern and still Dippy Gord can’t back a dead cert when he sees it.

He plays on the left, he plays on the right,
That boy Gordo makes Labour look shite.

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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