Not Good Enough
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Courage, heart, commitment;
a togetherness missing
under Capello’s stewardship,
but nowhere near enough
guile to win games.
Parker pinched and tired,
Rooney strained, drained
by having to chase lost causes;
Gerrard cramped from being
camped in our half for most of the match;
Milner and Young running
down blind alleys
whilst pacy subs, Theo and the Ox
looked on, bemused from the bench.
On sixty Carroll called on to replace
a tiring Wellbeck, our policy:
to lump it long to the biggun up front.
But still a peerless Pirlo dominated,
dictating the play, calling the shots.
England’s defence heroic, clean sheet
achieved, but at what cost?
Ashley had no energy,
striking a weak penalty
to seal our fate.
Contrast Pirlo’s clever chip
which oozed confidence as it
arced ever so slowly over Hart.
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