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Out went the kit man with a flashlight
To search through the mire for lost chap
Still crouching and stretching, alone on his goal line
In a polo necked sweater and cap.
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Espying bright beam of said flashlight
Lost keeper made tracks for the showers
But dressing room doors at that time of night
Had been bolted for at least half an hour.
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Stood alone on his line, a naive young man
Forgotten about keeper, and lost line of defence
Made his mind up there and then, if it was foggy next game
He’d stay indoors, if he’d a modicum of sense!