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Two For Joy

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The first half was more like a pint
Sleep inducing
Newcastle tired, Norwich tried
We missed from all over the pitch
Twenty minutes to go – Safri strikes
A 45 yarder – at least – a mile
At last the Barclay could raise a smile
Hanging on, Green saved face
Twenty five thousand whistles
It must be near the end
Klivert takes a marshmallow goal
Treacle slo-mo, now it’s the end
The fourth official indicates four minutes remaining
Lights on Dean, one last roar
Ashtons head meets the ball for 2-1
Given couldn’t have held on if he’d reached it
That goal was weighed in gold

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Notes

That was no matt finish. I was still shaking when I got home. Nerves of spun sugar and four games to go.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/two-for-joy/