No Bassong and dance – Tottenham 2-1 Liverpool
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Sure we lost poorly at the White Hart
Benoit bullet and Bassong’s precise dart
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A lack of invention left the fans in a blur
Sleepwalking straight into the net cast by Harry Hotspur
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Big Skrtel’s chin shattered to smithereens like glass
Yet El Pepe once again proved his class
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Contest masked by a clear penalty disallowed
Still this can only be a momentary cloud
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Some exploits really pained the grimacing Rafa
Mighty end of game rollicking from the gaffer
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Injecting flair must be the long term plan
Eagerly await the emergence of the Aquaman
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Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
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