- Jul 7, 2012
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Now this is a story all about how,
The Tottenham back four got flipped and turned around,
Vertonghen was complaining and Poch said, 'Well..
...let me call up a good friend of yours called Alderweireld?'
In some place in Belgium he was born and raised,
On a football pitch is where he spent most of his days,
Chillin' out maxin' and relaxing all cool,
Laughing at the stories about Liverpool,
When a south-coast 'galactico' offered a deal,
Making him an offer with some real appeal,
An Argentine mastermind would soon start to tell,
That Southampton wasn't good enough for Alderweireld.
We Levy'd Koeman's cronies with a hell of a pitch,
Once again Southampton were our little bitch,
In came the Belgian with the difficult name,
And Tottenham's back-four went to another plane.
Hair like a European clubber from space,
Suddenly his team were in the title race,
He fitted right in and the team excelled,
The prince of the Lane, Toby Alderweireld.
You win the thread.