A Game Too Far
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In a season tainted by death and grief
Football finally turned a new leaf
A victory at Wembley forever cherished
In memory of the ones who perished
Back to “bread and butter,” tension rife
A game finely balanced, edge of the knife
“The Lady” looked on, shined to a glint
Her marathon was fast becoming a sprint
Smith snatched a goal, still one more vital
Liverpool gallantly clung to their title
As McMahon gave a final rallying shout
Thomas put the result beyond all doubt
A game too far, Arsenal somehow win it
Champions decreed in the very last minute
Heavy legs, heavy hearts, men in red drop
Winners and losers both, applauded by The Kop
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