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Here on a field of mother Russia
The eleven men of England sing
As the prying camera moves from man to man
Like a military inspection.
The crowd heaves, the band plays, and the camera probes
Each singing mouth, each face, each half-remembered prayer
The lion-clad jersey and the hammering heart.
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They have played this game before
In their sleep
Legs twitching like a dog
Minds leaping forward to score the winning goal
Galloping through the group stage
Into the days of sudden death.
But that dream was then
And this is now
The happy and glorious anthem is complete
Now England expects.