Probably better in here.
Today's match report
We couldn't hit a barn door,
With the team put out today.
What were you thinking Mr Moyes,
D'ya call that a display?
Our strategy was pitiful,
You didn't get it right,
Call it what you want Bill,
But our team were flipping shite.
Hibbo sitting on the bench,
While Nev was on the pitch,
Chebes in Sambas pocket,
Must have made his bollocks itch.
Johnny H was out of place,
And Jags nowhere in sight,
I think you'll find the ref was blind,
Cos our team were flipping shite.
Fellaini was as useful,
As a ball of cotton wool,
If he's worth 15 million,
Then the other one you can pull,
If it wasn't for Tim Howard,
We'd have been out like a light,
Young Barkley lad, go tell yer dad,
Our team were flipping shite.
If Osman had been taller,
He'd have maybe made us proud,
If Bily hadn't found the stand,
And Cahills goal allowed ,
If Beckford was on earlier,
Instead of end of night,
We won, we roared, as Arteta scored,
But our team were flipping shite.
Poor Blackburn must be seething,
As they gather up their men.
We're really very lucky,
That not one can take a pen.
So what of next week Davey,
And our Aston Villa plight,
It's time to get your finger out,
For our team are flipping shite.
COYB - or was it yellows?