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By awakening then cajoling our team
Giving orders to them loudly and screaming
Winning possession then passing
O’er the White Hart Lane grass
Emerging the leader we’d been missing for weeks.
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Control never put a sphere in the net
So we called an expert shot from the bench
Who’d been laid up with malaria?
Now deemed fit for a tear up
With an under siege Tottenham defence.
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Did that first shout of pen look nailed on?
Where I sat in the pub seemed it was
But that’s history now
All the screaming and shouting
Don’t mean nisht if proceedings ain’t stopped
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Then The Drog strikes again, it’s one each
The Spurs keeper couldn’t hold, couldn’t reach
If he saved it properly first time
He’d have sailed o’er the line
And landed sat next to fans in the seats.
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“We upped tempo” as Chrissie Waddle would say
To take possession and dictated the play
As The Spurs all at sea
Did quite rightly concede
A late pen that their brave keeper saved.
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So the spoils were shared at the death
John Terry showed his knack for defending
And of those fast asleep?
Can look to Man Yoo next week
And rightly so now that this game has ended!