Oh Dear Thierry-You win hands down.
¶ 1
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He questions Ref’s decisions
with a wag of the finger,
a shake of his head and a non, non, non.
But now Mr Henry we question you,
because what you did
was so very wrong!
¶ 2
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Your sublime skills
that grace the field of dreams
will become a distant memory.
We teach the children,
fair play, respect,
there’s no need to cheat,
there’s no ‘I’ in team.
¶ 3
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You say that there was no intention,
It was not deliberate.
Your body language told a different story,
a Press conference
with subdued regret.
¶ 4
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You handled the ball,
not once but twice, just to make sure.
A moment of desperation
for the team that does not deserve to be there.
There will be no replay of the game,
Or (we hope) your un-gentlemanly conduct monsieur….
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