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In their thousands they came relentlessly. Their whistles glistened in the fierce sunlight, the weather was treacherous. The batallion of blue and white hooped troopers stood firm, for a solid defence wall had been built.
Red card after red card came our way and they were being guided on by the big generals barking orders from their comfortable office while the native refs were thrown into battle. The bloody war went right on into the next sunrise and all of a sudden the thousands of weary FA officials blew their whistle for the last time and turned and went off into the barren horizon. Respect had been given to those last ten men standing on the field of heroes.
For Q.P.R. had stood their ground and defied the odds.
Red card after red card came our way and they were being guided on by the big generals barking orders from their comfortable office while the native refs were thrown into battle. The bloody war went right on into the next sunrise and all of a sudden the thousands of weary FA officials blew their whistle for the last time and turned and went off into the barren horizon. Respect had been given to those last ten men standing on the field of heroes.
For Q.P.R. had stood their ground and defied the odds.