"My new era" said Charlton's Katrien, "shall be measured by games: just 16" So she showed Slade the door Chris, we've been here before This is Groundhog Day, Twenty Sixteen.
Roland's birthday surprise was so shocking He's worried for his Christmas stocking So he needed a man To discover CARD's plan And that's why we've got Chris O'laughlin
Err..our ranking has always improved With every head coach we've removed Roland's now on the phone Let's make those actors groan The appointment of Driesens approved
Wrote a limerick about Chris O'Loughlin But I could not pronounce Chris O'Loughlin The only proposal To avoid my exposal Was to rhyme O'Loughlin with O'Loughlin
he is making me more and more sick with every manager that he does pick when he goes to the bog i hope his next shites a hedgehog the horrible old Belgian prick!
There was young coach named O'Loughlin Whose appointment has got us all scoffin' The fans have all cried "He just ain't qualified!" So they're planning a march with a coffin.
For a manager we're on the hunt Roly takes a familiar punt Katrien, though is skittish The guy isn't British And most of us think he's a.. completely unsuitable candidate
There was a young coach called Chris Called to save our club from the abyss Alas he was clueless Our midfield not ruthless And Chris lost his career on the piss.
First was a man named Chris Powell, Who was wise like a sagely old owl, But he couldn't get on With an owner so wrong, And was sacked in a manner most foul.
Then came a man from Liège, Whose suits weren't quite all the rage, Though we were out of the cup, He still kept the reds up, Before rapidly leaving the stage.
An ex-Millwall giant named Bob, Was then taken on by the mob. A long series or draws, And paint-drying snores, Would ultimately cost him the job.
His work permit wasn't in place, When Guy Luzon did take up the case, He would contort and squat, Like he'd lost the whole plot, Before leaving with egg on his face.
An interim joker caller Fraeye, Was the next one to give it a try, He said, "I've done all I can... So I'll hide in this van" It's enough to make a man cry.
When Riga returned to the shop, The team was just ready to drop, He's no longer the latest, But is probably their greatest, Even then, he's no more than a flop.
Meire thought that we wanted a Brit, 'Cos her brains were all addled like shit, Sixteen games seemed so long, With him getting it wrong, 'Till the regime declared "that is it"!
No-one knows what will happen just now, Who would work for that stupid old cow? Be it Nobby or Chris, What I do know is this, We will win in the end, that I vow!
A limerick went through our Stig's head "Just one? No a series!" he said He crafted his rhyme One coach at a time Lets face it - he's ended this /thread
O'loughlin was born down in limerick And now he's with charlton and I feel sick It's surely through spite Against the way the fans fight That he's here, roland's a real prick.
Chairman rolly took a punt On a paddy born Irish bloke. After one game he came unstuck The useless regime appointed chap. League two is our owners want
This desperate incompetent board got a new coach called Chris, from abroad. He lives up Roly's rectum, the team don't respect'im, so he stands on the pitch being ignored.
Katriene was constantly nagging, That our bald boss was simply just blagging. But he took it too far, When he sold Nabby Sarr, Cos that's who the slapper was shagging
Before they had even let long go, They put in a Paddy, so wrong though, That when they ran it past Murray, He said never you worry, He's managed a team from the Congo
While coaching at FC West Congo It all went so quickly Pete Tongo But now Chris is here. Roland's made it quite clear The man's a complete f*cking drongo
A man from the Emerald Isle, Came to manage the Reds for a while. But the signings they got, Just continued the rot. Still, at least he went home with a pile.
Chris O'Loughlin came up with a plan, to make Roland a right happy man, he lost two back to back, ended up with the sack, and sneaked out in a White laundry van.
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"shall be measured by games: just 16"
So she showed Slade the door
Chris, we've been here before
This is Groundhog Day, Twenty Sixteen.
He's worried for his Christmas stocking
So he needed a man
To discover CARD's plan
And that's why we've got Chris O'laughlin
With every head coach we've removed
Roland's now on the phone
Let's make those actors groan
The appointment of Driesens approved
But I could not pronounce Chris O'Loughlin
The only proposal
To avoid my exposal
Was to rhyme O'Loughlin with O'Loughlin
with every manager that he does pick
when he goes to the bog
i hope his next shites a hedgehog
the horrible old Belgian prick!
Whose appointment has got us all scoffin'
The fans have all cried
"He just ain't qualified!"
So they're planning a march with a coffin.
Roly takes a familiar punt
Katrien, though is skittish
The guy isn't British
And most of us think he's a.. completely unsuitable candidate
Called to save our club from the abyss
Alas he was clueless
Our midfield not ruthless
And Chris lost his career on the piss.
Who was wise like a sagely old owl,
But he couldn't get on
With an owner so wrong,
And was sacked in a manner most foul.
Then came a man from Liège,
Whose suits weren't quite all the rage,
Though we were out of the cup,
He still kept the reds up,
Before rapidly leaving the stage.
An ex-Millwall giant named Bob,
Was then taken on by the mob.
A long series or draws,
And paint-drying snores,
Would ultimately cost him the job.
His work permit wasn't in place,
When Guy Luzon did take up the case,
He would contort and squat,
Like he'd lost the whole plot,
Before leaving with egg on his face.
An interim joker caller Fraeye,
Was the next one to give it a try,
He said, "I've done all I can...
So I'll hide in this van"
It's enough to make a man cry.
When Riga returned to the shop,
The team was just ready to drop,
He's no longer the latest,
But is probably their greatest,
Even then, he's no more than a flop.
Meire thought that we wanted a Brit,
'Cos her brains were all addled like shit,
Sixteen games seemed so long,
With him getting it wrong,
'Till the regime declared "that is it"!
No-one knows what will happen just now,
Who would work for that stupid old cow?
Be it Nobby or Chris,
What I do know is this,
We will win in the end, that I vow!
"Just one? No a series!" he said
He crafted his rhyme
One coach at a time
Lets face it - he's ended this /thread
Did her best to let everyone know
Whenever we lose
Our ranking improves
By letting the manager go
Ex-coach of a team in the Congo
Chris knew where we were going wrong, so
He wrote Roly a text
Promising him oral sex
And to cover his knob in Um-bongo
And now he's with charlton and I feel sick
It's surely through spite
Against the way the fans fight
That he's here, roland's a real prick.
To leave a failed job in the Congo
Contrary to reports
He coached us (in sorts)
Shoehorned reference to Um Bongo
One Chris O'Loughlin
His credentials are shite
Relegated STTV overnight
Walking in a no mark wonderland
On a paddy born Irish bloke.
After one game he came unstuck
The useless regime appointed chap.
League two is our owners want
Whose job as head coach was a shoe-in
He hasn't a clue
So what do you do?
Brace yourself for league two
Living up Roland's arse
She thought
"I'll take the piss and give them Chris"
Turn tragedy into farce
got a new coach called Chris, from abroad.
He lives up Roly's rectum,
the team don't respect'im,
so he stands on the pitch being ignored.
I thank you.
That our bald boss was simply just blagging.
But he took it too far,
When he sold Nabby Sarr,
Cos that's who the slapper was shagging
Before they had even let long go,
They put in a Paddy, so wrong though,
That when they ran it past Murray,
He said never you worry,
He's managed a team from the Congo
It all went so quickly Pete Tongo
But now Chris is here.
Roland's made it quite clear
The man's a complete f*cking drongo
Came to manage the Reds for a while.
But the signings they got,
Just continued the rot.
Still, at least he went home with a pile.
to make Roland a right happy man,
he lost two back to back,
ended up with the sack,
and sneaked out in a White laundry van.