Wind beneath our wingers
¶ 1
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He flies down the wing with continental grace,
Confusing defenders with his dribbling and pace,
Sprinting into the box, he’s sure to score a goal,
But a burly defender slides to make him fall,
The fans scream for blood, the manager a spot-kick,
The ref points for a corner
God that guy’s thick
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