Anus Mirallas ( We have to talk about Kevin )
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Against West Ham , you were our man of the match,
hit a swerving free kick from the edge of the box,
You were the catalyst, three defenders couldn’t catch,
Made the rest of the team pull up their socks.
But you still haven’t put pen to paper,
18 months contract left, you’ll “See how it goes . . . ”
Then comes the daft penalty caper,
You knew Leighton always takes those.
44 minutes , the ball hits Lescott’s raised arm ,
ref points to the spot with no hesitation,
but you grab it in your greasy palm
as Naismith tries to sort out the situation.
At half time, Sly Stallone shouts that mistakes can be mendable
but like his last 3 films show, everyone’s expendable.
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