Ireland 0 Holland 4

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “This is the way we’ll play,” said Stan,
“In Germany next Wednesday week.
We’ll stick devoutly to the plan,
And watch the havoc that we wreak.”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But sadly it was not to be,
The Dutch, with little sweat, notched four,
And, if we speak with honesty,
They could have scored a whole lot more.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Okay, without brave Richard Dunne,
Without Shay Given, Keane and Duff,
‘Twas on the cards we’d come undone,
We’d always find it tough enough.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But this was really quite a rout,
The Dutch exposed our lack of pace.
Our poor defending was found out
As we presented them with space.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In Ibarak’ four years ago,
Within the shadow of Saipan,
We matched the Germans blow for blow,
And found them wanting, man for man.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But that was then and this is now.
Our tactics are a football crime.
Its difficult to figure how
We’ve fallen in so short a time.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Amongst the fans, the humour’s wry,
We played the game with little heart.
The Germans must be on a high
To watch us simply fall apart.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Oh yes, this thrashing’s hurt us much,
Its like a knife thrust in the groin,
The worst defeat against the Dutch
Since Billy whupped us at the Boyne.



Boy were we bad!

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