Shelbourne 4 FC Vetra 0
¶ 1
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They spent two and a half days
Travelling here in a van.
They deserve mighty praise
For endeavour.
But I’d say that they cursed
The whole team to a man
As they watched quite the worst
Display ever.
¶ 2
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Five minutes had passed
When the first red was shown,
The die was thus cast
Amid laughter.
And now the red mist
Set a very strange tone,
Another dismissed
Shortly after.
¶ 3
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And so it was fate
With still half an hour left
They went down to eight,
Three being banished.
And we let a large roar
As they stood there bereft
As their chances to score
All but vanished.
¶ 4
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The journey was long
For the poor Vetra fan,
But where they belong,
Football matters.
A long way to ride
In an old transit van
To see their poor side
End in tatters.
¶ 5
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And so we progress
As a second round pair,
And I must confess
I’m in heaven.
But to be rather blunt,
How will the lads fare
When we have to confront
A full eleven?
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