Chileans are not made to play up top,
but willful Frenchmen bend the universe,
and show that goals can be a harvest crop.
Return, somehow, on opening the purse?
Expectant Gooners always felt that three
would be the magic number of the day.
Three goals, three points would be so nice to see,
with ample self-assurance on display.
But wow! A fourth! A missile from afar.
A Swissile, shall we say, from our new man.
Watch out, ye foes, the Prem's new rising star
might steal your wallet while he shakes your hand.
Should we supporters dare to feel at peace?
Perhaps we've found some wheels for all that grease.