I'm sure Monsieur Clement, he knows The nature of the task ahead, But Birmingham showed, all too clearly, woes En bloc, as all fans have said Defensiveness, I didn't see As four goals against, illustrates, And as for midfield and attacking frenzy Well that was all left at the gates So his first impressions, I'm sure Have done little to ease the nerves, As he battles manfully to find a cure To send City on upward curves But as with every dark cloud A lining can always be found, Where silver is waiting to just be allowed To dazzle all those at the ground And no better chance could we find With two up and coming home games, Where only six points would give slight peace of mind And help us believe Clement's claims. rbf
