Soccer excites feelings like religion
That turns favourite fans into teasing toddlers
Whose stamina after a ninety minute spectacle local derby results bludgeon
While twenty two gladiators despite earned dollars
Inject a vortex of adrenalin
Into arteries, veins and capillaries
Of adoring fans in need of aspirin
Although rewards of fat salaries
Swell wallets of fist waving players
Who hike blood pressure in opponents' capillaries
When a round ball without prayers
Tear form book from pages of fans' diaries
Defying statistics, opinion polls, rewriting history
But adoring fans call soccer a beautiful game
Which hypnotises fans who lap up chicory
Whether their idols accept or reject any defeat blame.
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