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Driving home with the young lad beside me,
All the lights flashing by in the dark,
And we don’t say a word,
For our minds have been blurred
By the game we watched in Tolka Park.
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Conversation is stilted and awkward,
And our long mouths can’t run to a smile,
And the DJ says, “Folks,
I’m gonna tell you some jokes…”
And the two of us reach for the dial.
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And of course, quelle surprise, their two scorers –
It had to be Haylock and Keddy.
Dear God, why those two?
Can you give us a clue?
As if our wounds were not salted already.
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If the ref had played one hour extra,
We wouldn’t have soiled their clean sheet,
For, try as we might,
It was just not our night,
And they made our black sorrow complete.