It’s Back! The Magic Of The FA Cup!
¶ 1
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Old Trafford’s clock ain’t working
Hair drier’s blown a fuse
At least there’s a speech on telly by Fergie
As The War of The Roses is won by Leeds
Afore a Red faced Knight hits the booze.
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Complaining about lack of time added on
Said Knight keeps his ire in check
He had ninety-five minutes
How much more time did he need or want
Until his fringe team, cut the hair of the Leeds defence?
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“The gap in quality between the two sides
Says Man United will win by a street”
Forget them clichés, it’s goals that decide
Who’ll win the game, and who gets to slide
Down the well gutted road of defeat?
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Distraught faces in the crowd told the story
As the tense final minutes approached
“Will someone, anyone put his foot on the ball
Stick it in to the corner to run down the clock
Or at least…. hoof it towards Elland Road?”
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An upset? Yeah too right it was
Like that of Dave when he slay Goliath
It’s a knock out and par for the course
As followers of “The Football” know
What makes FA Cup Ties so exciting?
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