IN EUROPE
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Those were the days my friend:
¶ 2
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Hark now hear the West Brom sing
a King is born today
His name is Cyrille Regis
and he’s better than Andy Gray!
¶ 3
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Cunningham- wizard of the wing;
Bomber Brown, Godden in goal;
Wile and Robertson-
insurmountable as Everest.
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Galatasaray couldn’t stop us,
Valencia and Kempes either
(fresh from World Cup ticker-tape
parades on the streets of Buenos Aires).
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But it couldn’t last forever…
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Red Star Belgrade ended our comet-tour
acround Europe.
out in the Quarter Finals:
a fraction of our hopes and expectations.
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