Zzzzzzz’s.
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Gustavo’s a real revelation
A card and a well informed wit
No rehearsed or clichéd observations
On the artistry out on the pitch.
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Two nodding dog pals seemed in envy
Of a natural for next years World Cup
Should the Beeb seek a new doyen in punditry
May I suggest that Gustavo’s signed up?
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And why weren’t the Spanish team singing
Is their anthem a pure instrumental?
Even when Uruguay’s hymn was beginning
Team and fans became well sentimental.
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That Spanish game now seems so boring
My poor eyes required matches to watch
At two nil I couldn’t stop yawning
As I longed for at least a late tackle or strop.
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I fell asleep listening to Jonathan
Drool on the intricate passing of Spain
Whilst alongside him the dry wit of Lawrenson
Wore a sensible shirt for a change.
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I awakened at 85 minutes
As Uruguay bared all their teeth in attack
A free kick, and a goal added bite to the finish
Then more zzzzzzz’s sound the end of the match!
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