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QPR 3 Town 0

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Trying to be solid, trying to be brave, trying to try
and trying to save what little we can, while trying to
stick to the suffocating game plan, it never works,
may as well try flair perhaps a little élan. At the start
we’ve one point, we tried to keep it. We were very
trying. Trying to keep it we’ve always failed, and
with a poorly and always poor Crane and a defence
already quailed, well it was never going to happen,
we’ve never been that strong, and then there was
Furlong, adding to the list of ‘always scores’,
claiming a foul on the ‘keeper just bores. Excuses,
excuses “we’d have held out for a point if it weren’t
for that”, shut up and don’t be a prat. Try and win
to have some claim, try to play to shift the blame, sit
back and disrupt we must accept the shame, feel and
learn the pain; we fell on our own sword, no one pushed.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/qpr-3-town-0/