58 Years
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Gareth Bale, Wales vs. Slovakia, Euro 2016 Group B,
Bordeaux, France, 11th June 2016
¶ 2
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He’s hit free kicks before.
Lifted them over memories
of spurned chances,
missed penalties.
Bent them round the shadows
of an unjust sporting past:
an East German and his missing flag,
a toothless Scot’s veiled fist.
Some nestled in side-netting,
while others found a postage stamp.
Each one sent home dulls the thwack
of Bodin and his crossbar.
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This one soars.
Not just above a Slovak wall,
six men wide, but beyond
the Nouveau Stade,
the French countryside.
Across the Severn Sea to land
in living rooms
and pubs and clubs,
to break a stretching absence heard
through fifty-eight tormented years.
As Kozáčik empties his net,
a nation cheers, for this reset.
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