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Poems tagged ‘Colombia’

World Cup day 6

Emdad Rahman

Tuesday, June 19th, 2018

Colombia Red mist eases Japan home
Colombia 1-2 Japan

Nightmare start to the World Cup
Colombia found it too hot
Sanchez dismissed for handling
Shinji Kagawa’s shot

After the first red at this World Cup
Kagawa from the spot too quick
And the second fastest in history
Upstaged by Quintero’s free kick

Despite Rodriguez’s introduction
Osako’s header too good to resist
Japan rallied to hold the lead
Thanks to Keisuke Honda’s assist

Senegal are trending
Poland 1-2 Senegal

Cionek and Krychowiak scoring
Niang beat a former Arsenal goalie
Slotting into an empty net
Skipping past Bednarek and Szczesny

He’s the youngest at this World Cup
Aliou Cisse is a pioneer
He holds another distinction
Being the only black gaffer here

Definitely the World Cups best fans
Senegal is now trending
This is why you ride with Les Lions
This is Africa’s first Russia win

Hosts seal Egypt fate
Russia 3-1 Egypt

Heart break for Fathi the full back
His finish was simply great
With the Cups fifth own goal
One short of France 98

Cheryshev and Dzyuba make it three
Salah’s penalty on the dot
Rifled in with a full blast
Making no mistake from the spot

In the battle of the forwards
It’s Cheryshev who rules as king
Mother Russia now march on
It’ll be more than a three game fling

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World Cup Russia 32 Team haiku

Crispin Thomas

Thursday, May 31st, 2018

on Argentina haiku
big contenders these
Messi leads the white and blue
will it be this time ?

on Australia
Cahill’s waltzing squad
return from the land of Oz
while Matildas dream

on Belgium haiku
bursting with young skill
Eden’s pace and Lukaku
spear these Red Devils

on Brazil haiku
Neymar to Jesus
rhythmic touch to samba beat
will their swagger rule?

on Colombia haiku
dark horses always
Rodriguez the star upfront
could they go the course?

on Costa Rica haiku
with Ruiz’s pace
Los Ticos can cause a stir
when that magic flows

on Croatia haiku
always one to fear
Modric now the playmaker
for Mandzukic’s pace

on Denmark haiku
nice pastries aside
Eriksen the vital spark
to Danes dynamite

on Egypt haiku
will Salah be fit
Pharoahs focus on defence
as a country waits

on England haiku
emphasis on youth
still the Sterlings and Rashfords
need to find their best

on France haiku
over-crammed with stars
will they drop like croissant crumbs
falling to their knees?

on Germany haiku
Ozil at the heart
always first to raise the bar
and to lay their towels

on Iceland haiku
smallest nation here
Sigurdsson the main class act
teamwork heart and beards

on Iran haiku
Queiroz at the helm
Team Melli arrive in hope
Azmoun leads the line

on Japan haiku
here on Russian soil
Kagawa and Honda’s skill
power these guys on

on Korea Republic haiku
southern winds still blow
with their new belief and pace
Cha Bum-kun the star

on Mexico haiku
Los Aztecan strength
Hernandez the constant threat
will they shine or fall?

on Morocco haiku
nothing here to lose
Atlas Lions know no fear
passion at their core

on Nigeria haiku
to their Afro beat
Moses powers Eagles on
Mikel still the spine

on Panama haiku
debut boys this time
Roman Torres fires a squad
happy to be here

on Peru haiku
like their altitude
Los Incan hopes soar and rest
on Farfan upfront

on Poland haiku
Polish Eagles dream
Lewandowski heads the pack
always posing threats

on Portugal haiku
lighting ev’ry match
like some whirlwind fanning flame
’til Ronaldo strikes

on Russia haiku
struck by injuries
Smolov now the only threat
even on home turf

on Saudi Arabia haiku
swarming round like Bees
sailing in uncharted seas
but can they win games?

on Senegal haiku
talent out in force
Koulibsaly and Mane
shine among the pearls

on Serbia haiku
Eagles hopes will pin
on Matic and Mitrovic
in this tricky side

on Spain haiku
there or thereabouts
Iniesta and Costa
make this time-bomb tick

on Sweden haiku
no Ibra this time
short on names but spirited
always in the mix

on Switzerland haiku
just like chocolate
with Shaqiri’s box of tricks
always tempting fate

on Tunisia haiku
capable of shocks
always drumming up a storm
England should beware

on Uruguay haiku
ever dangerous
Suarez and Cavani shine
never rule them out

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Still Just A Game-Andrés Escobar 1967-94

Crispin Thomas

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004

The World Cup in America, nineteen ninety four,
USA – Colombia, do you recall the score?
And over in the Rose Bowl, the fevers running high,
while on the streets, of Medellin, it’s near to do or die.
Colombia were on a roll, the moment it was now,
their road would be to glory, to sweet success somehow.
I speak of Andrés Escobar, I shudder at his name,
the linchpin in a strong defence, and known throughout the game.

They called him ‘Caballero’, the football gentleman,
in soccer crazy bars and homes, and right across the land.
In front of ninety thousand fans, Colombia v The States,
the stadium heaved to anthem songs, behind the long closed gates.
The minutes gone were thirty three , Colombia’s stubborn wall,
is broken by a hopeful cross, it looked like André’s ball.
But as he stretched to intercept, the ball spun fast away,
it clipped his boot and in the net, it landed on that day.
An own goal of exctreme bad luck , the sorry deed was done,
and one that proved, to be his last, Columbia lost two-one..

Their World Cup dream now over, disaster in one game,
while friends stood by, a finger dark, sought out the one to blame.
With Med’lin’s current murder rate some twenty odd a day
his only ever World Cup goal would prove the price to pay.
Eliminated, they returned, to jeers instead of praise
and Andres’ goal, cost him his life, within the next ten days .

July the first, a night club, where high up on a hill
they shot him like a dog that night, and Escobar lay killed.
Own goal, own goal, they shouted, as he sat in his car
at point blank range, six times they fired, outside the Padua Bar.

On Medellin’s streets, they argue still, on such a way to go,
a hit man or a drunken rage, but we will never know
A country rife with drugs and guns, so meaningless and sad
“How can there be,” his father cried, “.. some people quite so bad
that they could kill, my gentle son, that they, his life could take
all for a moment in a game, all for one brief mistake “,
And now while politicians and drug lords wine and dine,
the coke cartels and hit men come thick at any time,
Think then upon the price of life – the money and the dream,
those sexy football lifestyles aren’t always how they seem.
And on those dusty pitches on Sundays you can see
by breeze block slums with washing hung – the dream of breaking free.
And still they talk of that World Cup and of the fateful day
when Escobar stretched out too far against the USA.

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