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There used to be a game called soccer
At the touchline kids could stand
A haze of heroes 'mid a floodlight glare
Made it the best sport in the land
Then moneymen and bookies took over
The spectacle got stained by money
For off-shore agents and asset-strippers
It became the land of milk and honey
Players lost touch with the public
Fans turned into mere units of ...
Thursday 30th April 2020 11:21 am
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