Spurs 2-4 Chelsea
¶ 1
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goal one like a rocket
straight down the pocket
of Friedel;
Gary Cahill has his
shooting boots
set to booster
¶ 2
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goal two, all we do
is look askance
as Gallas nets
with a headed glance
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goal three, and what we see
is a delightful Defoe, in a tableau
of joyous Spurs faces – they think they’re going places
¶ 4
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but goal four – je t’adore
Juan Mata
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and goal five – so alive
Juan Mata
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goal six, in a fix
Walker robbed by Mata
fairly so, not a clatter
who sets up Danny Sturridge
and the gentle tap-in will encourage
progress for the Blues!
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