No Frills or Thrills
¶ 1
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No frills, functional football;
promising first half with
England employing Premiership
pressing game.
¶ 2
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Early own goal least
we deserved for dominant display.
Crisp passing from sharp midfield,
beanpole Crouch a focal point.
¶ 3
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Second period players wilting
in sizzling, unforgiving Frankfurt heat.
Midfield dropping deeper and deeper;
Crouch a forlorn figure up front.
¶ 4
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Sven’s tactics typically cautious:
Anonymous Owen off;
Five in midfield to
protect narrow lead.
¶ 5
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Red and white clad England fans
aghast as tiring Cole
replaced by horrendous Hargreaves,
miskick hardly enhancing reputation.
¶ 6
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Final whistle from brilliantined ( not brilliant! ) ref
greeted with relief.
Fans and players embracing;
no thrills but three points.
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