WC2014 Day 13 Costa Rica 0 England 0
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This is the way the World Cup ends,
trying your best to make amends;
seeing on whom the team depends;
hoping to halt familiar trends;
suddenly finding you have no friends;
wond’ring what message your team sheet sends,
though not really caring if it offends;
no bonus of a Mercedes Benz;
sweating in fear when your team defends;
pretending you’re fine as your stock descends;
passes don’t go where the passer intends;
hoping your boldness pays dividends;
do you do what the media recommends,
or do you reject what the press contends?
This is the way the World Cup ends,
not with a bang but a whimper.
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