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December 10, 2013

 

 

The beautiful game

now in disarray,

as fixers and twisters-

a different game they play.

 

And obvious tackles

we now know were staged,

for lucrative bets,

that it now seems were waged.

 

An unmissible goal

kicked high into the Stand!

A penalty awarded through

a sudden raised hand!

 

A rumpus erupting

from a push or a shove,

brought on out of nothing-

eyes look to heaven above.

 

In utter disbelief

like fools we watched on-

All lambs to the slaughter,

our own good money gone.

 

The build up, the set pieces,

all week our team planned,

in the end wouldn’t matter,

with Judas on hand.

 

We took it all in,

like idiots duped.

Then the long drive home,

like losers, we trooped.

 

Our hearts now broken,

by despicable greed.

Can we ever trust again,

those men, for whom we’d bleed?

 

 

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