Dear Ruth: I don't follow our club football these days, as I like it the way it was - mostly locals in meaningful competition; however, I think you are referring to the manager of a club that has taken to the field without an Englishman - let alone a Cockney. Here, as a brief interlude from Chants, is my brief poetic response to the present farce:

Poem 98 REREGULATE

One Premier world-eleven v.
    Another such company,
Or wage-caps and say half each-club's squad
    From the local-junior pod?