One Minute On The Clock, Robbie Hits A Shot !
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When Robbie picked the ball up
He was on the half way line
In two or three more strides
He was in the Boro half
Facing their number nine
He controlled it oh so sweetly
Like a lover might caress
Then he smashed it via the crossbar
In to the back of the Boro net !
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