Grass Roots And Ready (Expletives Omitted)
¶ 1
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” Man On, Square, Kick It…Push Up, Push Up
Twiggy, TWIGGY ! Yes, Yes, No. No.”
¶ 2
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Shouts across an open park, Sunday morning
Tension. This is important.
World Cup Final, Champions’ League, forget it.
No contest.
¶ 3
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A match up worthy of the name, crunching
Tackles. No quarter asked. Or given.
¶ 4
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” Keeper Yours, Jimmy, Dazza, Knock It Long.
Space, Go Go Go…Mine Freddie, Mine; Switch
It ! ”
¶ 5
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Half time, change round. No respite. Ref gets
Agitated as tempers fray. Names are taken…
Pitch cuts up; ball bounces crazily, no smooth
Interpassing here. Scramble, scrap, fight for it.
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” Come On, Five Minutes…Hold It Bob, HOLD IT.
Dave Boy, Run On. Make It Yours, Now Now…”
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 ” Goooaaal !!!! ”
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All troop off, sweat wet, knackered. Some won,
Some lost. For fun, sure. For real, without doubt.
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