Thanks to AI:
In Coatbridge, where the Rovers play,
There lived a man, or so they say,
A professor, wise and grand,
A Rovers scarf gripped in his hand.
He cheered and sang with fervent pride,
As Albion Rovers fought and tried,
Yet whispers spread through alleys dark,
Of secret love, a hidden spark.
For when the sun would set and fade,
The Prof's true heart would not evade,
In crimson hues, he'd find delight,
An Airdrie scarf wrapped snugly tight.
Behind closed doors, he'd swap his gear,
For Airdrieonians' colors dear,
And in the shadows, quietly cheer,
For the rivals he held near.
His heart was torn, his soul in strife,
Two clubs both dear, one secret life,
A lover of the beautiful game,
Divided passion, hidden flame.
Yet in the end, what did it mean,
This secret love that stayed unseen?
For both the teams, he'd always care,
A football fan beyond compare.
