World Cup 2006 - Poem by Sylvia Chidi
Is still the man!
Roberto, Ronaldo, Ronaldino
Seemed to have forgotten the lingo
In the beginning they all said Brazil
Whilst they played their first game
Most played with piddling zeal
Predictions made only upon their name
The host country Germany
Displayed a talent of many
Their expressive style, worth every penny
They played with a lot of wit
And their strikers’ chest stuck out fit
Let me not be cynical
About a country like Portugal
They passed beautifully rhythmical
Their tackles and dribbles were lyrical
But their talented midfielder
Was not a natural goal yielder
Perhaps I can scribble
He was in good in a dribble
England, England, I wish they could understand
Previously there was all the fuss about a striker’s foot
I would have told the coach to give that player the boot
On International level for a player to get a red card
Is an unforgivable mistake deemed as classically mad!
The football players for Ghana
Conducted themselves in such a manner
That made us all proud of Africa
And South America
Can say the same for Argentina
After being hailed on by Maradonna
I say fantastico!
And the romantic country France
They have shown the importance
Of playing solidly as a team
To achieve a golden dream
Who would have guessed Italy?
With all the hype about match fixes
But football is not chess or monopoly
This was World Cup thousand and six
Dominated the Game
Have regained their fame!
World Cup two thousand and six
I assure you was no fix
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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