Costa Rica v Greece.
¶ 1
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There are days
The Cods look down on you
When your all at sea and lost
One mistake gives way
To we could lose
That the brave confront an boss.
¶ 2
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One nil up
Half way through the second half
Is a pleasant plaice to be
With your opponents knowing
Unless you do something daft
Your tide rarely recedes.
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Than a wave
Of rash stupidity
Finds you struggling on with ten
All of a sudden
A philosophical Socratis
Deems the tide has turned for them.
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Then a leveller
Creates a mind-set
That tiredness helps along
Of we’ll never get back in it,
Let alone breach their net
As the tide of extra time rolls on.
¶ 5
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The whistle blows
For a penalty shoot out,
The sole aim of a struggling ten
Where no-one knows
The eventual outcome
Of the unfortunate chosen men.
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Then a sole goalie
Stands between the sticks,
A nations hopes within his hands
For a lottery we’re often told
Yeah but only when you’ve a ticket
For the lottery of the damned?
¶ 7
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The above
May paint a gloomy picture
Of how angry Cods can get
But if your Love
Is Costa Rica
The Cods decided Navas – is the man to guard your net.
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