Rensenbrink in Buenos Aires
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In seconds always known as dying
A tragedy sometimes occurs
Bold dreams once standing are now lying
The white post the saboteur.
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The would-be hero Rensenbrink
With the end approaching fast
Argentinians would surely sink
As they watched the ball fly past.
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From an angle so acute
A shot he engineers
Watched it as it left his boot
And faced their ugly fears.
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But the ball would not obey
And extra time beckoned
Argentina got it’s way
The Dutch were left in second.
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But nobody else could have scored
From that Rensenbrink place
It was the best but his reward?
The World Cup out of trace.
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