7 Up!
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Tempted to phone my father-in-law,
to bawl down the blower:
“What’s the score? What’s the score?”
Certainly not a no score snore draw;
Pompey’ve thrashed Reading by
seven goals to four.
Keepers’ heads spinning,
defenders prostrate on the floor,
to Benjani a hat-trick –
he could’ve had more.
Pompey chimes ringing,
just hear the crowd roar,
but you know what’s amazing,
what really sticks in my craw
was Redknapp’s reaction,
pretending he’s sore.
Eleven goals in one game
resembles days of yore,
so enjoy it dear Harry,
stop being a bore!
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