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Tom Rogic

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s a substitute’s dream
With minutes to spare,
While the crowd stands with tension,
Despair in the air.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 To glide by a defender
The ball at your left peg
As you strike from 25 yards
To hit the back of the net.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The roar from the terracing
Is joyous and hectic,
As young Tom Rogic
Scores for the Celtic.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tom-rogic/