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I already started one – Fantasy Premier League

If you started a sports team, what would the colours and mascot be?

Green O‘The South – Fantasy Premier League

I already have a team

For playing fantasy games

The kit comes partly from my name

And favourite rugby team.

The name comes from a Scottish team

Perhaps you‘ll know the one?

I picked it for the sound alike

And call them Green O‘The South.

You’ll understand the kit a bit

If you know Harlequins

A famous team in quartered shirts

That play at Twickenham.

The stripes and sleeves cerise and blue

Borrowed from the Quins

The brown and grey I used for socks

And also took from them.

I emphasised the green in the kit

Because that is my my name.

Hope you’ll understand that

And not think that I’m vain.

I haven’t thought of mascots

I am not quite that sad.

Perhaps as we are Berkshire based

It ought to be a stag?

We never really play of course

It’s based on real life games

I’m a sort of manager

But only in my dreams.

The Fantasist

What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?

I’m addicted to Fantasy Premier League, a game about a game. With apologies to Mr Paul Simon this is my song.

I’m just a fantasy manager

Though my story’s seldom told

I have squandered my persistence

For a paltry rise in rankings

Such are fantasies

All lies and jest

Still a man picks who he wants to pick

And disregards the rest

I neglect my home and family

Like I’m no more than a boy

Competing against strangers

To the glare of my PC screen

I’ve repaired

Laying low, seeking out the differentials

That no one else will know

Looking for the special players that only I will know.

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie

Asking only for green arrows, they seemed a decent lot

But I do no better

Just a come-on for one pointers from half the ruddy team

I do declare, there were times they were so gruesome

I would wildcard then and there, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie

Now I’m laying out pre season picks

And wishing it would start, picked a team

The ‘Green’s Park Rangers’ winners won’t be bleeding me

They’ll be leading, coming home

In the clearing stands a manager

And a fantasist by trade

And he carries the reminders

Of each mistake that ever laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

“I am leaving, I am leaving”

But the manager still remains

Lie-la-lie

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