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Tel Aviv

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Clinton’s heart was on his sleeve
As he, delighted did receive
The ball from Duff, who’d sought to weave
His magic out in Tel Aviv.
And yes, we started to believe
In all the things we could achieve.
But in the end, we’d cause to grieve
The pressure we could not relieve,
And yes, we flattered to deceive,
And Israel earned their late reprieve
With one last late and vital heave.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s not the only time that we’ve
Aped Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

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Notes

Israel 1 Ireland 1. If we weren’t in such a poor group, all hope would be long gone.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tel-aviv/