F.A. Cup – part 2
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For Town it was nearly sweet F.A.
Humbled by the “minnows” from Boston.
Clueless against massed defence:
pace of Joachim a constant menace.
( Why is he playing in League 2? )
Passing a la Wilkins:
Crab-like the ball inched forward,
no tempo to our play.
Fans growing more frustrated –
another early exit inevitable.
Resorting to hoof-ball,
blasting it skywards to
the emergency centre forward;
beaten in the air by the
Boston skyscraper – all 6’7″ of him!
Another long ball,
panic in the visitors’ defence,
sliced goalwards by centre half
to be spilled by chocolate wrists keeper;
and wouldn’t you just know it?
Emergency forward knocks it in.
For an instant – jubilation
masks realisation that we have been abysmal.
Home team still hell-bent on suicide
right at the death:
Joachim allowed to pick out a runner
to go one on one with our keeper
who makes a sprawling, flailing save.
Perilous cup status preserved
for another ten days at least.
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