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A hopeful long ball forward,
Kewell takes up the chase,
A knowing glint in his eyes,
Steely determination on his face.
He takes it on the volley,
It nearlt bursts the net,
We were barely in our seats 5 minutes,
We weren't ready yet.
But Arsenal dont dissappoint,
Sure you've heard they always score,
An Henry header into the net,
I'm not sure we can take anymore.
Arsenal score again befoer half-time'
But the referee flags 'offside',
Relief spreads through us one by one,
Today God must be a white.
We're 3 minutes into the 2nd half,
We're awarded a dubious freekick,
Up steps Ian Harte and that left peg of his,
So nervous i think i'll be sick.
He strikes it strong and he strikes it well,
It nestles in the corner of the net,
We're shocked, we're elated, we dare not believe,
But its not quite over yet.
Arsenal score again from close range,
Our collective heart sinks like a rock,
We had hoped though we had barely believed,
Now even hope had taken a knock.
Leeds looked tired, like they'd barely slept,
I think i know how they feel,
We need this win more than anything,
But dreams of glory were so far not real.
The time slowly and painfully filters away,
We look at a game we could of won,
It would of brought our emotions to new heights,
Through our veins pride would of run.
Then Mark Viduka breaks free down the right,
Carrying the ball majestically at his feet,
He turns, he swivels, then he shoots,
Its in the net quicker than a heartbeat.
The game was won, the day was over,
Our hearts were bleeding white,
The songs were sung long and loud ,
And deep into the night.
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