THE DECIBELS BUZZED
INTO DEAD HOURS OF NIGHT
DARK WORLD LIT UP
DRAGONS PLAYED THE CUP
WE SAT AND SAT
WATCHED SANDWICHED
ITCHING NOT FROM OUR PLACES
SWITCHING NOT THE LEGS AND FACES
WATCHING THE BALL THAT PASSED
ON AND ON IT CROSSED
FROM EXTREME ENDS TOSSED
LIFE OF TWENTY TWO IT FORCED
WHAT A GOAL IS
LICKING THE NETS
IS GOD'S OWN TRICK
THE CURVING LOB
PEEPING OUT AND IN
LIFE HUNG ON THE THROBS
GOALS AND HOPES
THRASHING ONES DREAMS
HEROES HAILED
LOSERS WAILED
HANDS OF DESTINY
MADE SOME MASTERS
SOME WOUNDED LUSTERS..........
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