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Televised…rabid rants, sick head-butts
Sly assaults, nigh on GBH
Peckermans menagerie dejar The World Cup stage
Ingerland’s mighty lion cubs
Roar in to the next act… of a quarter final date.
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Finally…a penalty shoot-out ghost is laid to rest,
Despite the pre-game negative English press
Of whom less read about is best,
A novice boss and his fledgling squad
Inspire a nations hope – from the toil of their duress.
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A Smorgasbord of emotion
Came, in to play last night… joy, amazement, shock
It’s in! OMG! Flippin heck, we’ve won…we’ve won!
and to the daggers drawn in the press-box?
Try a taste of our euphoria hacks…the road goes ever on.