Aftab and I
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On warm Friday night
Sat in front of the telly,
To witness Middlesbrough’s
First game in the Championship,
Wearing old Boro shirts
– for luck.
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With two glasses and bottle of coke
By our side,
Aftab and I
Eagerly waited for the kick off.
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Five minutes,
Ten minutes,
Fifteen! Twenty!
Surely Boro must create
Some chances.
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Thank Allah,
Aftab has been spared
The torture
– He’s fallen asleep,
But I’m not so lucky.
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At half time 0 – 0,
60 minutes,
70 minutes
No goal and the match progressed
Lesser the danger of Boro
Troubling the opposition’s goal keeper.
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Something stronger,
But even the Cherryade
Was no help.
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0 – 0 at the end of the match
We have a point,
Reality bites
– and it hurts!
Like last season,
We have no STRIKER.
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