Middlesbrough vs Crystal Palace
¶ 1
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Riverside,
Trophy of the Genie
Of the North wind,
Whose icy breath
Strips the skin
Chills the bones
Snow falling heavily,
Still the pilgrimage
Unabated
Looking for first championship win
Since Boxing Day.
¶ 2
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No fire works
On the pitch,
To warm the supporters
Or sparkle to keep the wheels
Of Mogganaut moving.
¶ 3
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Minutes felt like hours
Hours like days
Longest game at Riverside
Injuries, paper thin squad
And the cold
February could be a cruel month.
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