Cup Draw
¶ 1
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Eighty balls popping noisily,
nestling nicely in the velvet bag,
waiting to be drawn out
by the trembling hand of
a hero from yesteryear.
¶ 2
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First team up – not us,
another team in red
with more pedigree and
history than we can ever
dream of.
¶ 3
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Former European champions
pitted against the minnows
from the Conference.
David versus Goliath and
all those other cliches.
¶ 4
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Well into the draw now
and still no sign.
Waiting anxiously for the
emergence of number 42;
a home tie would be great!
¶ 5
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Praying that it won’t be
a short away trip to local
rivals from the Southern Premier.
A dreaded defeat and I would
be pilloried by all my pupils!!
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