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There wasn’t much expected from the Swiss,
(I mentioned to my elder brother, Chris)
Their play is dull,
They set their stall
Behind the ball
And keep men back
While in attack.
In Jukebox Jury terms, they’d be a miss.
There wasn’t much expected from the Swiss.
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Spain deserved to go down to the Swiss
For squand’ring opportunities like this.
They’re full of guile,
They’ve flair and style,
Each measured pass
Across the grass
Is slick and brisk
And takes a risk
But where’s the final ball that brings such bliss?
Yes, Spain deserved to go down to the Swiss.
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Nobody gave tuppence for the Swiss
Or thought they’d show a metamorphosis.
We thought they’d play
‘Gainst Spain and pray
They’d get a snore-
Filled goalless draw.
We’d not reproach
Their poor paid coach
For tactics that
Make champagne flat.
No, they did not deserve our Judas kiss,
Though nobody gave tuppence for the Swiss.
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With twenty minutes left, they started leaving.
Two goals down, the die was cast, they reckoned.
Entertaining no hopes of retrieving
A goal and maybe pushing for a second.
Forlan in attack was free and fecund.
Too early did the so-called fans start grieving.
As failure to get past the group stage beckoned,
With twenty minutes left they started leaving.