A Bad Start
¶ 1
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Two goals down
After a quarter of an hour.
Grown men frown
And the taste is very sour.
Throats lose power
As Depression comes to town –
A quarter of an hour,
And we’re two goals down.
¶ 2
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Two behind,
And it’s only eight o’clock,
Faces lined
With complete and utter shock.
Home fans mock,
But we’re very much resigned,
Only eight o’clock
And we’re two behind.
¶ 3
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Down two nil,
And just fifteen minutes gone,
Are we still
In the upper echelon?
Roar them on,
But our bodies feel a chill,
Fifteen minutes gone
And we’re down two nil.
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