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April 12, 2012
I didn’t tug his shirt Ref
I didn’t pull his arm
I didn’t grab him round the neck
I promise I kept calm
I didn’t trip him up Ref
I didn’t thump him hard
I didn’t think I’d fouled him
Though you showed a yellow card
I didn’t put the boot in Ref
I didn’t touch him, by a yard
I didn’t cause that nasty tackle
Though you flashed another card
I didn’t want an early bath Ref
I didn’t want to go off in disgrace
I didn’t want to let the side down
I didn’t want to lose my place.
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