Flying High in Nottingham Forest

In the heart of Sherwood, a team emerges,
Nottingham Forest, their spirit surges.
With heavy spending, they chase their dreams,
But FFP charge looms, ripping at the seams.

Through lush green fields, they weave their way,
The Forest glimmers with hope each day.
Their talent shines, as stars align,
Yet financial woes threaten their design.

Like Robin Hood, they take bold risks,
Investing in players with flickering sparks.
But as they ascend on a perilous path,
FFP shadows darken, casting their wrath.

Echoes of triumph whisper in their ears,
But Everton, too, faces another fear.
Their checkbook wielded, once more under scrutiny,
Another penalty looms with alarming certainty.

Oh, the beautiful game, where riches entwine,
Yet, financial balance remains undefined.
Both clubs longing to taste football’s sweet fruit,
But caught in the trap that FFP doth transmute.

So let us ponder the cost of our desire,
For silver glory, will it be worth the fire?
Nottingham Forest and Everton tread with care,
Praying FFP’s consequences they can bear.

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