West ham travelled in the North direction, Arsenal had their task cut out, And with their patience and conviction The result was merely a doubt. With all the possession in the world Over and above having Odegaard It was a night that belonged To hammers' tall and back standing guard There were chances, there was hope Post was hit and headers were missed Arsenal attack was potent it looked Still not close to test Areola's fist., Sitting deep, they played only to defend West ham hoped Arsenal bombardment to end It never stopped nor hammers' booing Rice Against the run of play, Arsenal conceded twice This was one of those games when its not your day or night Not winning against a group of cowards Doesn't dent one bit of our might
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