Every day’s a Matchday
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No pre match rituals ,
No mates gathering in a pub ,
No stop off at the chippy for the usual grub .
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Out here ..
Every day is like a Saturday !
‘Cept maybe last Friday ….
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At the Minerau or Maracana
Watchin a game in a bar .
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The beers cold ,
the weathers not.
No “opened or wrapped ” with meat on a stick,
” Donave that -yer gonna be sick !!”
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Then it comes down to pens ……
and the goalies the star .
He came , he cried,
he saved them .,..
the great Cesar
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