Watch Out, Brazil Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Watch out, Brazil, a storm
is near,
A powerful force, banishing fear.
Haaland's awake, his hunger known,
A sprinter's speed, on turf he's shown.

He waits and watches, a coiled spring,
Then bursts with might, his power to bring.
His timing's key, his patience deep,
While defenders slumber, secrets to keep.

But too much haste, a hurried start,
Could dim the fire, tear him apart.
The sudden jerk, the final push,
Lost in the rush, the moments hush.

He thrives in waiting, the clutch, the fight,
To seize his chance, with all his might.
The box awaits, the crucial second's grace,
Where Haaland's power finds its rightful place.