The Scoring’s In Safe Hands
¶ 1
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Whenever shoot-outs loom like night
You need to pick your sweetest
You’re better off with front-men first
You never choose the keepers
¶ 2
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But still in spite of pedigree
Or what you’ve done before
Unlikely as it sounds to some
The best don’t always score –
For penalties are nervy things
No matter who you are
From Real Madrid to Wigan
They get to every star
¶ 3
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And so it was at Harrogate
With ten already done
The bloke in gloves stepped up to prove
He’s Torquays favourite son
And having saved a couple
To swiflty boldy race
And send one past his opposite
Into its rightful place
¶ 4
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How cool to see that keeper
Astonish team and fans
To say aloud at sudden death
“The scoring’s in safe hands!”
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