Linfield’s First Goal
¶ 1
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Our attack fizzled weakly,
The ball flew obliquely
Behind our young full-back.
They screamed for a pull back.
Our back four were knotted,
The late run was spotted,
He played the ball in-field,
Damn! One nil to Linfield.
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