John O’Shea’s Miss Against France
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The said he wasn’t expecting it.
It took him by surprise.
He’d no thoughts of collecting it.
He scarce believed his eyes.
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He did not think the curling free
Would beat the last defender.
He did not think, alas, that he
Would be the sole contender.
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So when it came o’er all the heads,
He stabbed his effort wide.
Ireland’s hopes were torn to shreds,
And many grown men cried.
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But let’s rewind a little bit,
And do some sharp reflecting.
If John was not expecting it,
Then what was he expecting?
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A leg of lamb? A glass of wine?
A large bemused gorilla?
Perhaps the number thirty nine
Returning from Clonsilla?
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A football in the area?
I’d never have believed him.
Could anything be scarier?
No wonder it deceived him!
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