| Oi ref! |
| You blatantly saw his left leg
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| Clipping Ryan in the box, that’s a red
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| He was one on one with the keeper
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| Have a word with the linesman flagging on your left
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| I mean they should be playing with 10 men
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| He was well past the line, past defence
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| What the fuck are they saying?
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| Come on what’s the delay?
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| Send him off to the, the bench!
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| What do you mean he was fucking offside?
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| Ain’t you flippin opened your eyes?
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| He was through on the ball
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| And his right foot to score in the top corner to equalise
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| Ref he should be taking the spot kick
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| Are you a fucking alcoholic?
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| You was metres away, mate give us a break
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| We don’t take it out of your pocket
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| That’s fucking out of order ref, how come?
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| You were quick to book him, what has he done?
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| What do you mean for dissent and recent comments when?
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| I was just having some fun
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| He just shakes his head
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| And fucking walks away
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| There’s 10 minutes left
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| It’s always his way
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| Every time we’ve met
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| He’s fucked up the day
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| Without the referee it’d be a fairer game!
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| It’s common sense lads, fucking common sense
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| All the fucking balls stay on offence
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| Defence, defend, we’ve only got 20 to go till the end
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| What is the keeper playing at?
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| Stay on your fucking line, Matt stay on his back!
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| Fucking tackle! |
| What do you mean your ankle?
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| Ref’s pulling your leg, I can see from this angle
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| That’s not a fucking card. |
| Fuck off, never!
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| He’s not fucking hurt, he’s trying to be fucking clever
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| Hold your tongue Paul son, keep it together
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| Or that could be you in the fucking black book
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| And that’s far from a fucking happy look
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| We dropped down the drain, fancy getting some hooks
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| Fuck’s sake is he off, or is he off the hook?
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| Only a fucking caution, nearly had me shook
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| But a free kick in our direction
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| Right at the edge of the box we’ll need protection
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| Oh shit El Guerro takes it in discretion
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| Come on boys sort out your fucking selection
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| He places the ball
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| Then goes takes six steps back
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| There’s a hole in the wall
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| Someone please fill the gap
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| If he fucking scores
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| I’ll be facing the sack
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| Not to mention my head in the Sun getting axed
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| Fucking hell keeper, keep on your toes
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| He’s gonna swing it up in the corner, here he goes
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| On your right son, shit I can read his flow
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| Its curling, its curling, don’t let it go
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| Oh fuck no. |
| I fucking knew it
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| I fucking knew it. |
| We’ve gone and blew it
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| At 5 on the clock we had the game in the bag
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| Was winning the nag, now we’re heading out
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| Must have had the right idea, we’re scratching our heads in doubt
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| I’ve gone down the drain, and another round
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| When me and the lads all meet down the Flushing Dam
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| 2 Minutes left, might as well check the oven now
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| Who? |
| Us? |
| When? |
| How? |
| I mean who got fouled?
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| A fucking penalty, now we’re in with a shout
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| I can’t believe it, come on Jase do us proud
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| Come on mate, come on mate, to your left!
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| To your left mate! |
| Come on! |
| You can do it!
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| What the f' what the' what the fucks wrong with this TV? |
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