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Big chunky, clunky tackle
In the last minute of the game
Granite, wham it, centre back, whacks
Harder than graphite nails, rants and rails
Exhorts, his cohorts, through exhaustion
Take the caution, slow it, kill it
Exaggerate, asphyxiate, expectorate
Then straight, to the mic at the final whistle
Baulk at the barbs, and bristle
“Take every game as it comes”
“gotta give 110%”
“that was never a red”
“we deserved a penalty”
Surly, sourly, psittacism
When what we really want
Is witticism
And wily wingers working their magic;
A loss of three points
And erudite rejoinders
Now that’s truly tragic!
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