El Nino
¶ 1
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One chance
The striker pounces
And the flaying keeper is left
Stranded in no-man’s land…
The gold and red and black flags
Fill the skies with joy
As Spanish hearts sing
Villa’s golden boots dance
Upon the pitch and dreams emerge
Squinting into the floodlights.
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