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Mismatch in the post-match pub

She was a beautiful barmaid,
Getting our pints in a lather after the match.

I was buzzing from the rare win
Away in the Big Smoke.

Happy-drunk, I tried it on.
Did she want to come up to Doncaster for the weekend?
Bed and breakfast provided, plus 10 pints and a kebab.

She smiled,
Which was nice,
But said no.

It was then that I realised,
It was not to be,
And in that age old mismatch of the genders,
She'd skinned me down the wing.

And so:

Men are Mark Venus,
Women are Overmars.



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