Hot Press
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I watched the first half live last night
then I switched off
for I guessed what would follow:
lauded team of Albion, one down to an early, fluky goal
a team unquenchable in the domestic league
but up against
a needling, durable, desperate bunch
who’ve found their form in this one game
back to their obdurate best
led by a clever, craggy, capricious coach
who went to the hot press
and found his blanket defence
ironed, starchy and creaseless
and sure enough
by game’s end
still a clean sheet
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