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We don’t talk much
beyond the weather,
but we can talk football
forever and ever.
Drive into the box,
mark the man in space,
a shared language, we
can kick all over the place.
Your personal terms met.
Time for a fresh dawn.
Our commentary box quiet,
your armchair view gone.
Our home game ended,
and there’s no time added on.
Thursday 10th August 2023 9:58 pm
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