Chelsea 4-0 Brentford
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The neighbours came calling
And did a good job, stalling
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They proved hard to beat
But we kept a clean sheet
¶ 3
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Goal one, route one
Cech, Ba flick, Mata clinical
¶ 4
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Goal two, we start to show our class
Oscar neat back heel, and we’re not even at our pinnacle
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Goal three, love to see
Frankie boy at his best, FA Cup record addressed
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Goal four, a respectful roar
We welcome back JT, a back post header ends the spree
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But we’re not impressed
To see David Luis, leave an opponent distressed
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Yellow, the colour shown
But it should have been red to atone
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