Our agony, their ecstacy II
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They’re in a silo (euphemism for football stadium);
in amongst an arsenal of
cannonball shots
rapier wit
and bulleted headers –
is the powder keg that is Mourinho;
the touchpaper, is an amalgam of, or indeed any one of :
a fatalistic fixture list
50,000 fingers, to 49,999 shushing lips (there’s always one!)
a ‘ghost goal’
substandard referees
inept assistants
unwarranted yellow cards
a ‘small’ club …
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Benitez strikes a match …
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