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The liberal Dutch were not afraid
To play the S & M brigade.
They seemed to bond quite well together,
Putting shiny boot to leather.
Then “Pow!” “Kertangg!” a superhero
Put the Dutch ahead one – zero.
Clad in orange, this wide raider
Played the role of caped crusader.
Fightin evil, weavin’, bobbin’,
Who needs Batman when you’ve Robben?
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Mrs. Murphy clutched her pint of milk and loaf of bread.
“I thought that the Iranians were quite naïve,” she said.
“The back four left themselves exposed to through balls down the middle.
Why they didn’t shore that up is something of a riddle.”
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Mrs. Byrne reached forwards and picked up a tub of salt.
“Technically,” she said, “I didn’t think they were at fault.
Individual errors proved to be the lads’ undoing.
Their sloppiness of their defence made quite compulsive viewing.
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‘I do not think the Mexicans will prove to be a threat.
They do not have another Hugo Sanchez, don’t forget.”
And thus the conversation flowed for nearly half an hour,
With me behind them in the queue with one small bag of flour.