Alan McLoughlin Gets us to America [1993]
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Ireland could not equalise,
Bingham had us on the ropes.
Joy in our near-neighbours’ eyes,
Banishing our U.S. hopes.
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Where our superstars had failed,
Alan relished the occasion.
Where some bigger nerves had failed,
His now balanced the equation.
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Never one to be the bride,
Content with a supporting role,
Called at last into the side
And scored the all-important goal.
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Took the corner in his stride,
Rifled it into the net.
Hail the shy and blushing bride!
Alan, we will ne’er forget.
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