Poll Axed!
¶ 1
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“Probably the worst referee in the world,”
say the people from Carlsberg
as the nation watched in disbelief
a performance of sweaty ineptitude.
¶ 2
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Hard to disagree when the referee
brandishes cards like confetti,
awards one penalty, misses two
and gives three yellows to Simunic.
¶ 3
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Worse than the brilliantined (not brilliant! )
ref from Mexico in England’s first game?
Certainly on a par, hard to
defend the indefensible.
¶ 4
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The’Thing from Tring’ will be coming
home this weekend, hopefully
the only Englishman returning
from Germany to these shores.
¶ 5
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And of course we all know
where Poll will end up:
down amongst the deadbeats
in Leagues One and Two.
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Imagine the reaction of the County Ground faithful
when Poll struts out on to the pitch,
cards at the ready, pencil poised;
ready to dish out his own version of justice!
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