the story of an ugly duckling

found this somewhere..omg it's hillarious! kill me already!

There once was an ugly duckling, his name was Charlie T. He did all the right things, at all the right times, yet his manager ignored his pleas.

Instead, the praise and playing time, it went to the showponies; the Brits, the stars, Macheda, and Park, but never poor Charlie T.

The fans, they roared, the critics, applaud, but something was still awry. Was it his hair? His face? His size? His race? Or the bad guys at MSI?

£30 million, they said - the price on his head - at this, the manager scoffed. The fee was too much - perhaps, just a touch - but then what about Berbatov?

The ongoing perplexion over his constant rejection can't be an issue of morals. Go back to Rossi, Pique, Forlan and certainly, there were no quarrels.

And then against Manchester City, the duckling scored a screamer, admittedly his first in a while. The stadium erupted, his team-mates loved it, but from the boss, not so much as a smile.

Then the 'golden boy' and 'actor', CR7, was subbed and snapped at his colleagues. The crowd weren't impressed, nor were the rest, but the manager remained completely jolly.

The duckling was choked, surely, this was a joke? He didn't know what else it meant. He wanted desperately to stay, the pretty one went astray, yet the boss supported his dissent.

So he can cry and moan, and always act like a kid? Just because the boss must keep him happy, so he doesn't move to Real Madrid?

Now they're trying to bend the rules, thinking that they're cool, trying to get him for free. They don't want to pay, wasn't that Wenger's way? This is getting very silly.

But what's done is done and the boss will see, when he's gone. Whether sky blue or all red at England, black and blue at Italy or all white at Spain, this ugly duckling will soon be a graceful swan.



disclaimer: i do not claim this is my work.thanks in advance for not suing me.