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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2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
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28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
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.