Once I was seven goals down
03 October, 2019 — By Richard Osley
One can of 7-up please.
Do you know the way Two-Seven Sisters Road station?
The time? I make it seven minutes to two exactly. No, sorry, it’s 2:07.
The Magnificent Seven goals.
The Seven Goal Itch.
Seven Goals For Eleven Brothers.
Snow White Hart Lane And The Seven Goals.
Lucky 7. Unlucky 7.
Page Seven Fellas.
“Oooh… Seven is a place on Earth.”
Did I hear you joined the Seventh Goal Adventists?
Give me the scoreline for the first seven goals, and I will show you the man.
The Not So Secret Seven Goals, by Enid Blyton.
Seven Bacon. Seven Costner. Seven Campbell.
Blake’s Seven-Two. That 7-2s Show.
S Club Seven Two.
Sevenage? Just past Watford, mate.
Not now 007-2.
Seeeeeven, yelled in a Len Goodman Strictly Come Dancing voice, two.
“Once I was seven goals down, momma told me go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
The telephone code for London? You’ll neeed to dial 0207.
Seven-Two Dials, Covent Garden.
Seven and Perry Go Large on goals.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven Gnabrys shooting.
The river Seven.
Stairway to Seven goals.
Neneh Cherry and Youssou N’Dour singing that song.
“I am Six-two going on Seven-two, I know that I’m naive.”
Party seven. Remember that?
Tottenham Hotspur 2 Bayern Munich SEVEN.
Danke shoen, and good night.