All Fired Up.
¶ 1
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We rushed expectant home by bus,
Taxicab or train
The London rush hour mayhem thus
Allowed thoughts on the game.
¶ 2
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Surely this would be the night?
When dreams were realized
“God Save The Queen” be sung with pride
Whilst fish’n’chip shops thrived.
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Algeria would capitulate
Then we’d move to win the group
Four points on board would deem us great
Yeah four points ought to do it.
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We scanned “The Evening Standard”
For their view on who should play?
Then aimed a question toward the manager:
“Excuse me Mr.Capello, when’s Joey gonna start a game?
¶ 5
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Player plus and minus’s
Caused mayhem in our minds
As we wondered what the night would bring
When we watched proceedings live?
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Sat back snugly on the sofa
Our day dilemma’s soon forgot
We mulled the team selections over
Then looked repeatedly at the clock.
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This year was gonna be our year
Our high time long over-due
Then once gain we said ‘hello’ to fear
When the starting whistle blew!
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