Bob Le Pitch
¶ 1
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The pitch was bobbled
Like our old woollen goalposts
And the losing team complains
To their hosts
¶ 2
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Terrible pitch, more sand than Lowestoft
Or waterlogged, enough to sail a boat
Couldn’t get near their goalmouth
Protected, as it was, by a moat
¶ 3
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The pitch is on a slope
We were running up a hill
The ball kept rolling in our net
We were lucky to get nil
¶ 4
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Pitches used to be made of mud
Now you rarely see one that’s duff
No good moaning about the pitch
Sometimes you’re just not good enough
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