WC2014 Day 11 Belgium 1 Russia 0
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I thought perhaps I might compose a sonnet
about this Group H World Cup match today,
but when I came to write a poem on it
I couldn’t think of very much to say.
If I were being kind, I would wax lyrically
on how both teams declined to show their hand;
how Belgium snatched a win a trifle pyrrhicly;
how Russia’s game plan did not go as planned.
But no, this match could not have been much worse.
I’ve no wish to be generous as such.
Football died – the ref called up a hearse.
Both teams were completely out of touch.
This really should have been a one-line verse –
this here sonnet’s thirteen lines too much.
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