Injury-Struck Spurs at Forest [Injury, Spurs, Forest]

Injury-Struck Spurs at Forest [Injury, Spurs, Forest]

Injury-Struck Spurs at Forest

On the sodden pitch, the game unfolds,
Spurs face a test, yet their star writhes in pain.
Johnson, the hope, now sidelined, behold,
Life without his spark feels almost inane.

Forest, relentless, their defense stands firm,
As the clock ticks on, no goals to proclaim.
Spurs, frustrated, their longing for a term,
Their attacking prowess now dimmed, oh what a shame!

In this cruel game, where injuries creep,
The players brave, with their spirits undeterred.
Spurs fight on, in desperation deep,
Dreaming of victory, still yet unheard.

But in the end, the final whistle blows,
No goals to celebrate, no victory to claim.
Spurs off wounded, their spirits decompose,
For injuries have marred their Premier League campaign.

Keywords: Injury, Spurs, Forest

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