Sunderland 0 – 2 Everton, FA Cup QF 2011-12
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Earlier, office-bound on a web-skim,
A Jonathan Wilson piece suggested
Pace Billy Beane, that stats once digested
Offer thin explanation of Post-Bruce wins;
The piece gave succour to those who think
That current football discourse, chalk-boarded
And numberfied, is of passion denuded,
Exchanging emotion for geeky metrics.
Which is not to say, sir, you’re not a dick.
Are players quantum entities, to be
Both middle & wing simultaneously?
What does ‘shove it’ mean? I know James Maclean’s
Name you know, any others? At seventy
Mins I’ll snap: pedant you up, hard & quick.
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