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Bout how Milan Baros got sold to a team
With his fleet-of-foot, he was so cool
Ambitions to be the Fresh Prince of Liverpool
In West Czechoslovakia, born and raised
On the pitch was where I spent most of my days
Passing it, dribbling, acting so bold
And teasing Vlad Smicer that he was too old
When a couple of agents, had an unlimited fund
Signed Jan Koller up to Borissia Dortmund
I took one little card, thinkin' bout my career
And my agent said Milan, you've been sold to Gerard Houllier
I got on a plane, first time in the air
the pilot was Diao, gave me a scare
I was gonna get off, no contract was sealed
But I thought nah, forget it, yo home to Anfield
Pulled up to a stadium, my captain was Stevie
He got me wasted and I thought it'd be easy
To make 1st-choice, Heskey's place is a steal
Time for me to be the Fresh Prince of Anfield
I love you (but you're a dirty theiving scouse-fan)
Wondering if I was ever gonna get played
Been a while since I scored, needed to play
Or I'd ask for a transfer to Sheffield Wednesday
When Stevie Bruce came a-calling, he named a sum
Said to Emile, you're made for the land of the Brum
So it was all looking good, resurrect my career
Because finally it was bye to that f**k called Houllier
Next to Mikey I'd play, Golden Boot was a cert
40 goals a season, that's how hard I would work
And whatcha you know, during that summmer
Scored 5 goals - way more than Jan Koller
But it was all in vain,no praise for success
Cos we hired some guy called Rafa Benitez
He said, Milan - you're made of the right stuff
But frankly, my dear, you're not Spanish enough
Excellence.