Chelsea..at The Shed.
TIME AND TIME AGAIN, THEY GATHER AT THE SHED
THROUGH SWEAT AND TEARS THEY SUPPORT EACH OTHER, THEY'VE EVEN BLED
FORTUNES COME AND GO, THEY RISE AND FALL
ALL TO BE EXPECTED IN EUROPEAN FOOTBALL
MANAGERS ENDURE AS SCAPEGOATS
THEY CRINGE AS OTHERS GLOAT
THOSE WHO'VE GONE ON BEFORE, SO VERY WISE
DEMAND THEY KEEP THEIR EYES ON THE PRIZE
WHEN SPIRITS ARE LOW AND THEY VIEW THEIR TALLY
FANS WHIP THEM UP AND THEY RALLY
WHEN THE PRESSURE'S ON, THE TEAM DIGS DEEP
THEY'LL BE IN THE LEAD BEFORE THEY REALIZE
RIVAL FANS DON'T FEEL WELL IN MUNICH
SOME MAY EVEN TURN TO ARSENIC
HELD ALOFT AS THEIR SAVIOR
A HUMAN GOD IS DROGBA
AN ACHEIVEMENT THAT CAN'T BE SURPASSED
AT THE END OF THE DAY CHELSEA IS AT THE TOP OF THE CLASS.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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