Poem/Rap on Anthony Martial , Manchester United Star (ORIGINAL)

Without Anthony Martial, Manchester United would have gone to the dogs last season. He has been experiencing a comparatively rough time this season and it's human nature to forget the good when things are going bad. Here's a little Rap/Poem that i have written for my favorite player as a sign of appreciation.

When Van Gaal messed our team ,
There was only one goal machine.
Soaring down the left flank , he made Mignolet look like plank
Sank yes the Scousers sank . He went home celebrated and drank,

Wanna know his name Anthony Martial ,

Oh wait he scored again ,

The French man who kept united in the game , the Lighter of old Trafford’s flame , he fucked Arsenal like she was his dame.
Now he’s in the fast lane getting all the fame, all the critics who said he wasn’t worth the money are hanging their heads down in shame.

He was just 19 years old when he had the opposition in his hold,
The lad will live up to the expectation of becoming a legend before his career makes a fold.

Being a product of hard work ,
His potential was on the lurk,
As soon as he makes contact with the ball I just sit back and smirk.

He shoots with the magic in his boots,
He persists his assists with a smile on his face just as the power of the shot just unties his lace.

He made his debut when he was young exactly the way the traditions of United are sung , all the ambitious defenders who try to take the ball away from him will get hung.

Let’s talk about his long shots ,
I don’t even go so far to my holiday spots.

He’s one of the best just like our old friend George.