Il y a une Petite Rue
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In the city of Paris, there lies a small street
Just around from the Gare du Nord station,
Where a circular plaque attracts pilgrims to meet
To pay homage to its reputation.
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For back in the sixties, when tactics were all,
And street football was at its pinnacle,
Twonne Street pioneered direct use of the ball,
Astounding the tactically cynical.
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Not here was the ball knocked with caution around,
Its premise was quite unselective.
And though Ramsey and Johnny Giles caustically frowned,
It proved to be very effective.
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The goalie would boot the ball out of his hand,
To his forwards, all psyched up and goaded,
And woe betide half-backs who’d let the ball land –
And thus Rue Twonne football exploded.
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