World Cup 2006 Day Eighteen
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Italy 1 Australia 0
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Maserati was red-carded,
And Italian spirit fell.
Tactically quite guarded,
They were desperate as well.
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The forays were Viduka’s,
And young Cahill played with sense,
And another chap named Lucas
Played a stormer in defence.
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The ten men went defensive,
Closing midfield as a bunch.
The pressure was intensive
But the Aussies lacked real punch.
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They just squandered all their chances
And you felt for them because
You felt that circumstances
Militated against Oz.
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Harsh extra time was looming,
The ref’s whistle was in hand,
But a tackle big and booming
Meant things didn’t go as planned.
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In Melbourne and in Sidney
And in Brisbane and in Perth,
‘Twas a punch right in the kidney
From the far side of the earth.
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They’d been really going potty,
Scarce believing how they’d played,
Till a cool Francesco Totti
Left them gutted and dismayed.
¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Ukraine 0 Switzerland 0 (3-0 pens)
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In dreadful games I’ve seen before,
I’ve watched as grown men weep.
But, janey, this was such a bore,
The whole crowd fell asleep.
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From all around the stadium
There came the sound of snoring,
While others, head in hand, looked glum,
Dismissing it as boring.
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The crowd performed a Mexican yawn
And then some slow hand-clapping,
And then, with faces long and drawn,
Resumed their fitful napping.
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Video evidence will condemn
The total lack of tension,
Only Wicki’s ball of phlegm
Being worthy of a mention.
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The penalties did not improve
The general air of boredom,
Serving sadly just to prove
The Swiss lads cannot score dem.
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Thank God tomorrow afternoon
It’s time for the Brazilians,
Else the telly viewers soon
Will turn off in their millios.
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