Six-Pointer
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Into added-on time and still the only highlight
this bitter Tuesday night has been the lino
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right in front of us tumbling into mud. Our lot
aren’t taking this latest pasting especially well:
¶ 3
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five names in the book and odds-on for a red
before the end. Our white-booted number nine,
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who joined on a free for a fresh start, has taken
now to verbals, verging on actual fisticuffs,
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with us in the paddock, for having the temerity
to query his work-rate and shooting prowess.
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The gobby away fans are bouncing up and down,
as if they’re trouncing Real, in the Bernabeu.
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