Return of the saviours
¶ 1
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Coming out of retirement
Makelele & Zidane
For to help France
Jump out of the frying pan
¶ 2
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Looming opponents
The Republic of Ireland
Meet like with like
Bring back their own firebrands
¶ 3
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A midfield packed with experience :
Brady, Dunphy & Giles
Just don’t expect ’em
To run for miles and miles
¶ 4
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Bill kicks off ; “So Eamonn, What do you think of the oppo?”
“Not great – nothing to be afraid of
Once Roy gets a rumbling
We’ll soon see what they’re made of”
¶ 5
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The Irish captain
himself a returnee
aims his sights higher
just inches above the knee
¶ 6
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“Zizou and Ukelele may be Musketeers
but we’ll blunt their blades with our labours
and with our steel and our guile
they’ll be no match for our sabres”
¶ 7
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“Now that we’ve ditched McCarthy
they’ll have no wish to embroil
in any physical mullarkey
and their tactics we will foil”
¶ 8
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“For once Roy is in motion
he knows how to treat ’em mean –
then we’ll deliver own rapier
step forward Robbie Keane”.
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