A Balls Up.
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I missed the last penalty
In the shoot-out
My miss cost us the cup
I stood there
Lost and lonely
Wishing the ground
Would open up
I was in tears
And inconsolable
As the other team
Did their victorious lap
My dad who was watching
Gave me his opinion
‘You made a right balls up of that’
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