England beat the Aussies
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Oh those wombats and koalas
Kangaroos too
The great Don
Bradman, stunning
Knight of the realm
Waltzing Matilda
From way back when
And now Australia Advance Fair
We gave your boys one a hell of a beating
Oh well, maybe just a gentle reprimand
One goal always enough
But not nearly satisfactory
Against a nation
Who used to be football’s
Whipping boys
Battering rams
But still adequate
On the night
Since the Aussies
Had come prepared
Homework complete
No school detentions
Required, just lines
Completed
A friendly last night
But Australia meant it
Ready and waiting
Defensively correct
Breaking at speed
Threatening sporadically
But never the final
Thrust of the rapier
Just knocking on
England’s door
Well built attacks
Reminding you
Of jars of mustard
Suitably keen
Green and gold shirts
Hot properties
From time to time
And yet not
English mustard
Lacking fire
In their bellies
This though
Is far from being
The case
Never that accusation
Surely
Since the Aussies
Always play with hearts
Ollie Watkins
Sliding home
From close range
One goal
It’ll suffice
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