Robbie Keane’s Part in Clinton’s Goal Against the Swiss

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And as the Swiss defender cleared,
Our Robbie paid the ball no heed,
But turned around to Andy Reid,
Annoyed the chance had disappeared.
And, forearm gesticulating wildly,
And with intemperance of tongue,
So typical of one so young,
He let it rip, to put it mildly.
Alas! I don’t possess the art
To read a distant person’s lips,
But Robbie tore him into strips,
And verbally ripped him apart.
Frustrated at the squandered chance,
His words like wounded hornets flew
And turned the air a royal blue,
As Swiss defenders looked askance.
And Andy took the thick-edged brunt
Of all of Robbie’s pent-up stress,
And pressured, self-imposed duress
Of foraging for goals up front.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And as our hero bawled and roared,
The ball from Duffer’s sweet food sped
Directly onto Clinton’s head.
And he, with cool precision, scored.

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