Thursday, June 24th, 2004
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Thursday 24th June, 2004
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When, oh when
will we ever win again
when all it boils down to
is the scoring of a pen?
© Untimely-exit Rowe, June 2004
First Quarter Final :
Portugal 2 England 2 (a.e.t.)
An all too familiar story : Portugal win on penalties.
This time it’s Darius Vassel who has the misfortune to miss the decisive penalty.
David Beckham also missed his – that’s 3-in-a-row for England now. And he had a poor game.
Again, England defended stoutly – but that doesn’t win games.
Michael Owen ended his goal drought after 2 minutes.
Wayne Rooney went off injured after only 27 minutes – the turning point in the game?
Helder Postiga, who couldn’t score for Spurs, equalised in the 84th minute.
Sol Campbell then had a good goal disallowed in the last minute – a home decision by the Swiss referee?
Portugal went ahead in the second period of injury time, an unstoppable shot from Rui Costa.
Frank Lampard equalised, before the game went to the dreaded penalties.
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9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
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9th May 2019 at 12:58 pm
Great poem Sharon, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:54 pm
I really like this poem. So many great phrases: “striped and manicured”, “a crowd of heads go drooping”, “and maintain home advantage”, “when Mum blew for dinner”. Much appreciated! Thank you.
7th May 2019 at 10:37 am
Such great words Ray. So evocative of that time of innocence Kepp on mate. More please. It will be under the Nostaglia section too.
26th March 2019 at 10:16 am
As a child I drew crowds; row upon row,
fifteen thousand little circles for the fans,
such a great line…bewcause we all did…and golaposts nets and floodlights too…
25th March 2019 at 11:39 am
Thanks for the love
1st March 2019 at 11:35 am
Thank you, great story.
Thank you and thanks for the share
1st March 2019 at 11:34 am