Chelsea 4-1 Wigan
¶ 1
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Rumours abound
At the ground
That if Rafa loses
Roman chooses
The Conquistador
For the revolving door
¶ 2
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No such luck….
Although we nearly chuck
Away a comfortable lead
Nearly another nose bleed
¶ 3
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Goal one, Luis, Torres, Ramires
A swift incisive move
Just goes to prove
Our class
¶ 4
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Goal two, a super pass
From AZ to Hazard:
A finish that doesn’t involve a ball boy
Bringing unto us, all joy
¶ 5
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Goal three, Maloney beats offside
Rounds Cech and a gentle slide
Into an empty net
It was all so cosy, yet….
¶ 6
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We ponder
Another 2 goal led to squander?
¶ 7
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Goal four, a relieved roar
Mata tees up
For a knees-up
For Frankie boy
His super joy
Only four more
For the record
¶ 8
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Goal five, a headed dive
In a last minute burst
Marko Marin
Dives in for his first
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