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World Cup 2006 Day Eighteen

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Italy 1 Australia 0

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Maserati was red-carded,
And Italian spirit fell.
Tactically quite guarded,
They were desperate as well.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The forays were Viduka’s,
And young Cahill played with sense,
And another chap named Lucas
Played a stormer in defence.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The ten men went defensive,
Closing midfield as a bunch.
The pressure was intensive
But the Aussies lacked real punch.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They just squandered all their chances
And you felt for them because
You felt that circumstances
Militated against Oz.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 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.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 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.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 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)

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 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.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 From all around the stadium
There came the sound of snoring,
While others, head in hand, looked glum,
Dismissing it as boring.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 The crowd performed a Mexican yawn
And then some slow hand-clapping,
And then, with faces long and drawn,
Resumed their fitful napping.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Video evidence will condemn
The total lack of tension,
Only Wicki’s ball of phlegm
Being worthy of a mention.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The penalties did not improve
The general air of boredom,
Serving sadly just to prove
The Swiss lads cannot score dem.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 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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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-2006-day-eighteen/