WC2014 Day 12 Chile 0 Netherlands 2
¶ 1
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There’s a beauty in his running,
lightning speed and perfect balance,
allied to a feral cunning,
oft detracting from his talents.
¶ 2
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Straining every muscle, striving
for a pass he’s intercepted.
Shame his fondness for the diving
means he’ll never be accepted.
¶ 3
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Electric speed leaves full-backs trailing,
catch him, catch him if you can.
Great control and seldom failing
to find the shot or find the man.
¶ 4
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Never let him cut inside boys,
keep him on his weak right foot.
But he’ll simply skin you wide, boys,
leave you sprawling on your butt.
¶ 5
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The cake was dressed in Memphis icing,
fit to grace such great events.
But the goal was Robben’s, slicing
through the Chilean defence.
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