I Apoligise To Torres.
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Torres nuts out a chance at Griffin Park
Strikes instinctively
We’re in the hat at two all
The new Barnet working wonders.
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Whilst a fickle me
Going radio rental in the living room
Stood up cheering, after knocking off a late breakfast
Is left with egg on his face!
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Eating humble pie for afters
A late shout for a pen don’t Mata
We’re buzzing back to The Bridge v The Bee’s
At all square, still in The Cup.
Blinding!
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