Three In A Row.
¶ 1
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When Moses stuck his head on one
Parting an ocean of players on the line
We got our just desserts (sic),
Were led us out of the wilderness,
An on toward the Promised Land.
¶ 2
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Are times really that hard?
In Braga, Portugal
That the football club there
Can’t afford to pay the leccy bill?
¶ 3
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I was In a boozer in Spitalfields (East London) last night
Watching two matches in tandem
Until darkness descended and the screen went black
During the Braga v Man Yoo game.
¶ 4
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The Chelsea and Celtic games were given priority
What with the pub only having two Skyboxes
Until word goes up “Man Yoo have re-started”
So Chelsea’s game is switched off stood at two all.
¶ 5
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Seem’s a bunch of Scousers, having had a massive bet
On a Celtic victory over Catalonia’s finest,
Would prefer to watch an “English team playing”
As a strait faced barman shouted out innocently.
¶ 6
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When
As all and sundry know
Celtic of course
Are an Irish team for God’s sake?
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Luckily
We flash back to “The Bridge”
Just in time for Moses to score, and with waves parted (sic)!
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