A Goal To Fire The Soul!
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The Leipzig night was blue and white
When the whistle signaled fin
The brave Mexicans could do nothing about
That extraordinary shot that flew in
¶ 2
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When fans talk of truly magnificent goals
On the Leipzig streets today
This one goal will fire their souls
Till next Argentina play
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The coach poor bloke did’nt realize
Just what it was he’d seen
Till the bench went mental to a man
When Maxi’s peach flew in!
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The Mexican keeper was helpless
When the ball sailed past his grasp
There is no shame in this fine game
To be beaten by such art
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Have we just seen the champions elect
Will Argentina conquer all?
No matter what they deserve our respect
For the way they play football
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