Got AI to write us a nice Poem:
Bargains and Dreams
Lange charts stars in distant skies,
With scouting notes and hopeful eyes.
“Talent’s out there, ready-made—
Just give me room, a deal well-played.”
But Levy frowns and shakes his head,
“The books are tight, spend hope instead.
No fancy bids, no big-time spree—
Find someone good… and nearly free.”
So Lange, undaunted, scans once more,
Past shining names with price tags sore.
Then grins a bit, a plan appears—
A name from Tottenham’s younger years.
“Kyle Walker-Peters,” he softly hums,
“Not too pricey, and still he runs.”
A call is made, a whisper sent—
A full-back fix that won't break rent.
For in this tale of tight-laced schemes,
Cheap heroes drive the dearest dreams.