Re-Living Events!
¶ 1
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I’d watched us win for real
From cold comfort of me seat
We played with new found zest and zeal
As Man City were well beat.
¶ 2
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Got back indoors
For the Sky re-run
Lapped it up with glee
In the interval, I nipped
Out to put the kettle on
And brewed the halt time tea.
¶ 3
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Euphoric best describes the feeling
When I caught the second half
Though I knew just what the score would be
I still shouted out in anger “How’d he miss that chance”.
¶ 4
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Ten was on our radar
If the pens had been awarded
Some blokes are never satisfied
We’re fickle fans, supporters.
¶ 5
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Supper sat upon me lap
I channel hopped for fun
T.v Saturday night is crap
Till three stooges saunter on.
¶ 6
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I turned the volume down on box
Till our game came on the screen
Me blissfull re-run of fun interuppted
When the dog and bone did ring.
¶ 7
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Me mate was on the other end
A little worse for wear
“Kev, it’s Martin I’m waiting for MoTD to start
I still can’t take it in, we won six-nil
And I was blimmin there!”
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