was a vulgar obsession to score goals and win. I saw no desire to enhance the beauty of the game.
As I left the ground a group of disgusting working class types were singing "We got our Arsenal back" and I openly wept.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'