Not our game
¶ 1
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This is where we lose the league,
not against a top four side,
but in St Andrews,
where a relegation battle resides.
¶ 2
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This is where we lost Eduardo,
to an injury that could threaten his career.
this is where we could have made it 3,
but where no where near.
¶ 3
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This is where the art of defending died,
Clichy stood still and stared into space,
then tried something too late,
knocked some Birmingham forward flat on their face.
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Gallas’ one man protest was too stupid,
too little and too late,
they took their damned penalty –
goal on a plate.
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