In Beyewatch style we need a song to sum up the mood...
To the Vincent Price bit from Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'
"Darkness falls across the land,
the midnight terror is close at hand,
Mike Ashley crawls in search of blood
to terrorise wor blessed club.
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of fifty thousand tears
And grizzly ghouls who own the toon
Are closing in to seal your doom
As Habib fights to stay alive
and Shearer starts to shiver
The fans get mortal; proper p*ssed
The squad gets ever thinner...
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha."
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