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Maynor Figueroa – Stoke City v Wigan Athletic

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As blazing orange strides the park,
With fear that nature brings here,
And the thunder beats from the four walls.
A melee of molten mouths.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Beyond expected, the norm resumes,
As the swagger of the opposition takes no head,
As heads turn and face.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 With progression to success shared,
A minor misdemeanour in a non-malicious zone,
As the German traps the slippers Sinclair.
The fall sparks a passionless turn,
To the dark condemner.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The sphere sits steady,
As ease is on the cards.
It lies on the track,
As the train ploughs through its spine,
With no sound of encroachment.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Roars lumped in open throats
As few identify the intensity,
Until it pilots to its resting point,
Beyond the gasping desperation,
Of the Dane’s digits.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As the glowing face outshines the green garments
Nobody will ever underestimate
The vigour of Figueroa.

Notes

Another poem from my collection of ‘great goal’ poems.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/maynor-figueroa-stoke-city-v-wigan-athletic/