An increment in the score   Those Turks are sunk again   On double bubble with verve   Can anyone tell the difference?   Clinging tight to the back   We think we've got him caught   Tapping into the juice   We think we've got it made      From an acorn to an opal   In lower lands he plays   From a clover at the far dawn   In better times he scores   Better later than never   Intention never dies      A border unit was sneaked   An oxygen-less flight   The dog that bit saved the day   The high-point of the year   The hanging's not on the cards   The future gloom's ensured   The cloud may break or may not   The semi-final end