Football Crazy
¶ 1
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The tension mounts as we are waiting to go.
At last we hear the whistle blow.
We run down the pitch at a tremendous pace
Here we come, there’s an open space.
¶ 2
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We are heading towards the goal.
When I aim and shoot, but it’s hit the pole!
On we play and the ball’s kicked out,
All the fans scream and then they shout.
¶ 3
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The ball is thrown in, we’re off again,
I speed down the pitch like an express train.
The ball is kicked down, I’m on a roll,
I aim, I shoot, what a goal!
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