The mercenary

Subject of the terrace chant
talk of the studio rant
on the field he never can't 
yet loyalty is unknown.
Gifted with subliminal skill
leader with an iron will
in the stand they can't sit still
as agents quietly smile.
Fame in a tabloid spread
in the blue or the red
or up to something else instead
in a champagne life.
Driver of the fast cars
drunken rows in west end bars
is it all a life in mars?
as the turnstile clicks.
Another record transfer fee
so he won't go for free
story of a mercenary
in a game that's lost its way.