460 (26.09.2015)

Here is a day that's gone as black as nails,
So many colours mixed together's brown,
That English hope it hopefully entails
To beat the Welsh and win another crown.
Yet "No, it will not be!" The Dragon said,
And England made a muddle of a feast
Although all hope is perhaps not quite dead,
It's bruised and battered at the very least.
So now you have to beat Australia,
And this of course you certainly can do,
To prove we're not a total failure,
So we can all once more believe in you.
That golden cup is waiting for your hands,
To hold it high in front of all your fans.

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