Out Of The Mists, The Slain
¶ 1
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After the fog at Preston
which the cameras could just about see through
if not some of the players…
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 After the rattling of the guns in far-off cities…
¶ 3
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Before the chaos in the House,
accusations flying…
¶ 4
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Burnley and Derby, those two great giants
of the past, walked into the Semis
of a competition that has been written off
more times than the proverbial
journalist’s notebook –
¶ 5
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but which, to the fans,
is still as big as any,
(and in a dark winter in Britain
you’ll know what I mean if your team has won it) –
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It’s The League Cup 2009 –
already an epic.
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