The Swiss defender puts his feet before
the ball heading to his goalkeeper's arms
- and the ball goes at the top of the net,
and Scotland leads 1-0.
I feel sorry for the Swiss defender,
been there, not on field, but putting
the ball figuratively in my own net.
But the Swiss recover, a great
shot curling into the upper right
and it's 1-1. Now I feel sorry
for the Scots, been there also,
figuratively, losing a promising lead.
19.06.2024
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