A Prayer for Dida
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Let’s all pause a moment and pray for poor Dida,
So cruelly cut down by a vile interceder.
A thundering blow to the back of the neck –
No wonder the goalie’s a comatose wreck.
Such violence has seldom been seen on the box,
Since Ali hunched up and took Foreman’s fierce knocks.
The men from St. John’s had to hurry to fetch a
Respiratory aid and a fine sturdy stretcher.
Let’s hope the poor victim will shortly revive –
In fact it’s a marvel that he’s still alive.
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