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Jun 2014
They're sticky you know,
so sticky and hot,
they boot the ball with all they've got,
management in full attendance,
dressed in suits and floppy hats,
the England players,
such poor little fellers,
only used to British weather,
they drip as they stick to the pitch,
playing football in this weather,
hell must be such a *****,
these poor chappies can't wear sun hats,
or lay on mats,
acquiring a tan.

Who do we think will carry the cup?
well probably not us,
the founding nation of the game,
in temperate Britain,
always the same,
In England they may have  stood a chance,
but in subtropical stadia,
it's all a merry dance!
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   John F McCullagh and ---
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