HANDLE ON THE TEAM

Goodbye David Moyes;
Though we never knew why you came.
You thought you had just what it takes
While others kept away.

They stayed out of the running,
While Sir Alex had this one dream;
He offered you a fortune,
And he made you change your team.

And it seems to all you never did
Get a handle on the team;
Never knowing who to play where,
You ran out of steam.

And we all thought you would have listened,
But you would have your way.
Your time is up and you must go;
There’s nothing else to say.

Management is tough.
You took it on but I’m afraid
The job was quite simply too big for you;
The sack is the price you paid.

Even when you won,
How the press still hounded you
And the papers always said
That your days in charge of the team were through.

And it seems to all you never did
Get a handle on the team
Never knowing who to play where,
You ran out of steam.

And we all thought you would have listened,
But you would have your way.
Your time is up and you must go;
There’s nothing else to say

Goodbye David Moyes
Though we never knew why you came.
You thought you had just what it takes
While others kept away.

Goodbye David Moyes
Did you think that you could succeed
With changing line-ups every game?
I think that’s quite naïve.

And it seems to all you never did
Get a handle on the team
Never knowing who to play where,
You ran out of steam.

And we all thought you would have listened
But you would have your way.
Your time is up and you must go,
There’s nothing else to say.

Your time is up and you must go,
There’s nothing else to say.