Complaints From An Armchair.
¶ 1
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Am I the only armchair fan who noticed
We couldn’t see most of the pitch?
Commentary sounded like it was underwater
Tinny and hard to distinguish.
¶ 2
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We live in an age of technology
Where computers do all the work
Yet the architect built the national stadium
Has left half of the pitch in the dark.
¶ 3
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Malouda’s “goal” was well over the line
As the telly clearly showed
What if the game went to extra time
And them Toffee’s had stole the show?
¶ 4
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There were millions of punters just like me
Tuned in to the televised match
Yet the sound and pitchure (sic) quality
Were abysmal and that’s a fact!
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