Chelsea 4-2 Reading
¶ 1
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Goal one, scorer: none –
Caught a radio newsflash
Then later on a Sky rehash
Learned it was another Lampard pen
Won yet again
By a tricky Hazard
¶ 2
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Goal two, yah boo,
I knew he was their dangerman –
Pobrebnyak equalises with a bullet of a header
Then goal three, a spilled free, from Guth_rie
¶ 3
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Half-time, we’re one down
Increasing frown
¶ 4
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Goal four, a matching score –
Two apiece and a slip apiece
A Federici fumble –
But Cahill doesn’t grumble!
¶ 5
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Goal five, and now we thrive
Although Brian McDermott livid
Claiming Torres is offside
With vexed verbal vivid!
¶ 6
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Goal six, twix the bairn and I
We sigh
Big relief
To be brief
Last we’d heard
Was half-time word
And then we learned
Federici had not returned
When seeking parity restoration
In act of desperation
And ventured up for a last minute corner
But was then left marooned
Stamford Bridge festooned
With rounds of applause
As an Ivanovic tap-in advances our cause
and with no hint of fatigue, we chant…
“We-are-top-of-the-league, say
We-are-top-of-the-league!”
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