I sat there in a transfixed daze as Danny Rose hit that thunderbolt, almost ironically clean and pure, considering we were playing them dirty gooners. The consumption of several beverages had originally led me to believe disco Benny was to credit but I left wondering if Danny Rose had been sent down from above for one game only, one goal, one hell of a goal, never to be seen again. I wandered out of the Lane carried by a collective [...]
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