Football’s Coming Home
¶ 1
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The World Cup final’s here
the crowd assembled cheer
The anthems play
On this fine day
Supporters filled with fear.
¶ 2
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The whistle starts the game
Sven’s fingers are crossed
The team so full of fame
He thinks we’ve lost
Each player much the same.
¶ 3
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The final minutes run
The pitch alight with sun
It’s still nil-nil
But score we will
Before the end has come.
¶ 4
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The ball is up their end
So Beckham kicks a bend
Cole heads it in
Bangs heads with Finn
And celebrates their win
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