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Old trafford

carl james dickinson

Wednesday, March 8th, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Blow the whistle,start the game,
This is the footballer’s domain,
Scream and shout,rise from your chair,
Ruud with the ball,you better beware,
The crowd goes wild,still the ball at his feet,
Now just the keeper to beat,
The ball leaves his boot,the crowd goes dead,
The stadium full, a sea of red,
The ball hits the net,one nil to united,
The fans go wild, we are all delighted,
The final whistle, manchester have won,
What a great game, so much fun.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/old-trafford-2/