The Ultimate Mirace
¶ 1
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As miracles go: walking on water, water into wine,
they’re both fine
but these will be of little consequence,
forgotten about completely from this time hence,
mere trivialities, footnotes in an inconsequential play-
if we ever get to see that most unlikeliest day,
A day that would surely have been Heaven-sent:
when the England football team win a major tournament.
¶ 2
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Sometimes, bad luck contributes- take Lampard’s no-goal.
But the burden of ’66 has clearly taken it’s toll
and years of success in other arenas
has made us a laughing stock to a world of mocking hyaenas.
¶ 3
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Dozens of Olympians, from Sydney to Athens, Beijing to London,
showed them how to succeed,
Chris Froome followed up Bradley’s yellow-jerseyed lead,
Jonny Wilkinson kicked that unforgettable drop-goal
The Ashes came home to make us feel almost whole
Andy Murray shrugged off the ‘gallant British loser’ tag
and Lewis won a world title and, in the process, got himself
a celebrity wag.
¶ 4
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But still our footballers fail to show,
talking up the difficult challenge posed by mighty Montenegro.
Fifteenth in the world?
If you believe that… you’d better take a seat:
There’s barely fifteen teams left in the world we can actually beat!
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