So much has altered everywhere
As all the squads try to prepare
For the battle long and testing
Upon their laurels no-one’s resting.
New incumbents north and south
Words of comfort from each mouth
All are here to reach their goals
Backed by loyal hopeful souls.
Many feel the city of rain,
Has the best chance to attain
No-one quite sure red or blue
Pep’s a winner but Jose’s too.
The capital’s the place to be
For there’s so much expectancy
The young Spurs boys, could they go far
Or Arsene’s final great hurrah?
And what of those who still believe
That titles are theirs to achieve
Could Anfield now rise to the top
With Jurgen’s baying, hopeful Kop?
And what of they whose crown was snatched
A plot their owner has now hatched
To leave the smarting blue battalion
In the hands of a suave Italian.
Then there is the chasing pack,
Those established to attack
Pardew, Koeman, Bilic, Hughes,
All to gain and nought to lose.
The Saints again are in transition
Guidolin knows well his mission
While David’s back in Wearside
Trying to restore some pride.
And what of those whose aims are humble
Who now know Howe they shouldn’t crumble.
Tony’s done it for years and years
While for Walter this holds few fears.
To they who’ve battled to return
From painful memories all must learn
From the Humber to the Tees
There are no Claret guarantees.
And last but certainly not least
To those who now on pizza, feast.
Retain their title, don’t be silly,
Is that E.T. in Piccadilly?
Expectations, so much hope
But who, with pressure, will now cope?
The final question in the air
Will Gary present in his underwear?