Euro 2012 XII : Sonnet : GLT again!
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We watched the match anxiously from afar
The Ukraine a long stretch for the pocket
Occupying hearthside or comfy bar
The fêted winner hardly a rocket;
Wayne Rooney stoops to score from two yards
And we all feel overwhelming relief
From bar room connoisseurs to the bards
There’s excitement and mounting belief;
But we ride our luck and survive a scare
JT chases and hooks the ball away
The extra official’s standing right there
But shows no equaliser to defray;
The spectre of goal line technology –
We’re due a break, we owe no apology!
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