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No Spain no gain!
Oh poor Ukraine
Were treated with utmost disdain.
Guess who will soon be on the plane!
Ukraine were slain,
Flushed down the drain,
Their star quite clearly on the wane.
Restrain this Spain?
You’ll try in vain
To match the pressure they maintain.
In sun or rain
Their Cup campaign
Looks set to bloom and entertain.
‘Tis plain their reign
On this terrain
Might soon uncork Madrid champagne.
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It’s such a long way to commute now, it’s crazy,
There’s jams on each route to the city.
A day can be long when you’re just being lazy,
Though no-one will show you much pity.
It’s a long way to Tipp, and other far places,
It’s a long way from now to me dinner.
But not nearly as long as those poor Polish faces,
When Neuville slammed home that late winner.