Jack and Sasha had a baby, oh what a delight!
With hair as wild as Daddy’s, shining in the night.
Little socks, tiny boots, her first Villa kit—
A future on the field? Well, only time’ll tell it!
Erik Ten Hag got the sack; it was bound to come,
As Manchester United sank like a beaten drum.
With tactics askew and a bench full of doubts,
The only cheer left was the fans’ sighs and shouts.
And then there’s poor Mason, with a grin so bright,
His teeth have grown massive—oh, what a sight!
Each game they wonder if he’ll tip with that head,
While grannies say, “He’s cute, but better unfed.”
So here’s to football, with all its delight—
Baby Grealish, a manager’s flight,
And Mason’s teeth, like pearls in the sun,
A tale of the pitch, pure English fun!
With hair as wild as Daddy’s, shining in the night.
Little socks, tiny boots, her first Villa kit—
A future on the field? Well, only time’ll tell it!
Erik Ten Hag got the sack; it was bound to come,
As Manchester United sank like a beaten drum.
With tactics askew and a bench full of doubts,
The only cheer left was the fans’ sighs and shouts.
And then there’s poor Mason, with a grin so bright,
His teeth have grown massive—oh, what a sight!
Each game they wonder if he’ll tip with that head,
While grannies say, “He’s cute, but better unfed.”
So here’s to football, with all its delight—
Baby Grealish, a manager’s flight,
And Mason’s teeth, like pearls in the sun,
A tale of the pitch, pure English fun!
also I won't believe Rodri wins until i see his beautiful face smiling with the trophyin hand
