Seeing Red.
¶ 1
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Some Scouser
From the travelling fans
This morning sits chagrined
¶ 2
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La would love ta
Puts his hands
Up. But fears for life and limb.
¶ 3
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What at first
Had seemed mere folly
At the Stadium of Light.
¶ 4
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Has got worse
And ain’t too jolly
On it’s sinking in last night.
¶ 5
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Did Sunderland
Get three gifted points
From a clueless referee?
¶ 6
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Were the travelling fans
Up there for a jaunt
Or a stroll along the beach?
¶ 7
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Was Pepe Reina all at sea
Would Bent’s shot
Have missed the net?
¶ 8
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Will Rafa say with integrity
“Anyway the game was lost
We look toward to the next”.
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Of course none of that
Is relative
As the goal was nowt but farce.
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And of those chaps
Deemed professional referees
We need serious questions asked?
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