GALLANT IN DEFEAT
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Hopes were high on Friday
When England came to play
Brazil their next opponents
In the World Cup far away!
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We got up very early
Had breakfast and got dressed
Then we sat and watched
Michael Owen at his best!
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Jumping up and screaming
When he scored his goal
Now to keep their nerve
Was our team’s next role!
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Just before half time
The Brazilians changed the score
Now our players must defend
Much harder than before!
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A free kick to Brazil
Gave them a two – one lead
You couldn’t blame our Keeper
Their man he had great speed!
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Then the Brazilian scorer
Much to our surprise
Received the Referee’s red card
Right before our eyes!
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Even with a ten man team
They played a brilliant game
That either team had to lose
Was just a crying shame!
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Off to school with heavy hearts
We then had to go
Our St George flags flying
Because we’re proud you know!
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Our English lads had done their best
Are coming home – now beat
But rest assured each one of them
Is gallant in defeat!
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