Duffer’s Goal Against Canada
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He got the ball outside his box
With countenance intense.
Like Maradonna with blond locks,
He charged at the defence.
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The ball seemed tethered to his lace
As onwards he cavorted,
And every scared Canadian face
Did seem a mite contorted.
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Past the halfway line he ran,
With narrow tunnel vision,
Defenders almost to a man
Were filled with indecision.
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And then, as he approached the goal,
At last they came to meet him.
But with his subtle close control,
They simply could not beat him.
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A subtle touch and he was through,
The goalie tried to block it,
But there was little he could do,
It went in like a rocket.
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The Mounties always get their man,
That may be true enough.
For mostly they stuck to that plan,
But they could not catch Duff.
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