Sunderland 1-3 Chelsea
¶ 1
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Goal one, what a start
We watch Mata dart
And cross it true
To a boy in Blue, who
¶ 2
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Did what he used to do best
Score and beat his chest
And then the smile grew longer still
The sound of whistle shrill – penalty!
¶ 3
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With confidence surging
He needed no urging
And with ball dispatched cleanly
will we see this routinely?!?!?
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Goal three, with his new found brio
He nearly notched up a trio
But the ball rebounded from the bar
And Mata swooped to scar
¶ 5
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Martin O’Neil and the Rokerites
Now the bottom two have them in their sights
And the ensuing consternation
Saw no solace in the Adam Johnson consolation
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