Not the Way It Should Be
¶ 1
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All’s fair in love and football
but it’s not right to pick a fight
during a match. . . with a team mate.
¶ 2
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Okay! You shouldn’t aim a haymaker
at the jaw of the opposition goalie,
or lay out that scything fullback,
¶ 3
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but it’s more understandable than thumping
your own clubmate when you’re losing.
¶ 4
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Dyer and Bowyer going at it, Bowyer’s physog
livid red, his black and white striped jersey ripped
and Toon manager Souness with egg on his face,
the two disgraced mates make prepared statements.
¶ 5
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Stupid bugg–s, leaving Newcastle with eight men
until full time: yet another Premiership disgrace!
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