The Last Throw Of The Dice!
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What a trying time it’s been
With no football last weekend
Almost slung the telly out the winder
As I neigh went round the bend.
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Then Tuesday came with hopes held high
And nervous tension mounting
To Anfield where our whinging Drogba dived
Mid posture, feign and sulking.
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A blank was on the cards for us
As the electric board went up
We needed to score at least once
And quick, to keep us in the cup.
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Then lo behold a miracle came
To ease Avram Grant’s dilemma
As the final whistle came to end the game
We nicked a draw, via a norse blokes red antenna!
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As the boys came home to Smoke from North
We sank Bacardi breezers
To toast that wondrous special goal
Scored by….John Arne Riise!
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