Agony!
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Last week ecstasy as
Leicester out-foxed in
last minute of pulsating game.
Corr’s equaliser raised the
roof at the County Ground.
This week and boot’s
on the other foot:
Town leading 2-1 with
seconds of injury time left;
Pirates looking like their
ship had run aground,
“Good Night Irene!” warble
sticking in their throats.
Then it was Town fans’
turn to gag
as Lines popped up to grab
a leveller with last
kick of the game;
his sending off for
over zealous celebration
hardly likely to quell
angst in the massed ranks
of Swindon fans.
The fickle finger of
football fate. Darn it!
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