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I whiled away time
Before reaching the touch line;
Other players didn't see why
When I could have taken a shot,
But that was not my intention.
 
I'd crossed the half-way line -
Now that would have been a goal,
But I looked to left and right,
Saw my man, passed left,
Small clap, premature, goal coming
 
I thought. Defenders deceived;
Now's the time to score,
And I've got my assist,
Ref's assistant's flag's down;
Screaming through the middle's
 
Our striker, struck well,
How well d'ya like that
Supporters - do I not like!
As the celebration's wild
And gets inappropriate.
 
 

 

 

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