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Poems tagged ‘England 2018 World Cup’

WC2018 Day 24 : 3rd/4th

Third or fourth
Does it really matter?
Should it matter?
For there is no head-upon-a-platter
For failure

Then what of the prize money?
I’m not being funny
But there is only 2 million FIFA shekels
In the difference

As to the game:
Southgate tinkered, Martinez went for the max;
Belgium had more attacks
And more goals
Than Albion’s tired souls

England’s Rose caught asleep at the wheel
And allowed Meunier to steal
And convert Chadli’s expert cross;
Les Diablo Rouges, continue to boss
The first 45.

Second half is better for England
But they let in a 2nd goal
A nightmare scene
When Hazard cuts across Phil Jones
Mirroring Trump’s faux pas with the Queen!

Off with his head!

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Awesome Belgique take third

Belgium 2-0 England

Thomas Meunier put Belgium ahead
Sliding in ahead of Danny Rose
With only a mere four minutes in
It seemed the whole team had froze

England had chances to square
Alderweireld clears from Dier
Harry Maguire heads wide
By then the boys had lost their fire

Eden Hazard wraps it up
By then the Reds were spurred
Got the better of Jones to beat Pickford
Well done Belgium on third

14 07 18

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© Emdad Rahman

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England are out!

England are out
Semi Final: Croatia 2-1 England

Until Russia eighteen
Its been Charlton and Lineker
With his first ever England goal
We now add Kieran Trippier

Chance after chance
England sloppy on the pitch
Croatia sense blood
One one by Perisic

Croatia up the tempo
There’s still time for a glitch
Three Lions look jaded
Final nail by Mandzukic

11 07 18

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© Emdad Rahman

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WC2018 Day 23 – reflection

From laps to lapse

So what happened?
What went wrong?
What was it killed our anthem
Our unifying song?

Was it because
I watched it in a different place?
Or that you
Didn’t wear your lucky shirt?
Was it that we grew
So over-excited
That we forgot the 52 years of hurt?

Was it that we didn’t shout loud enough?
Or that we didn’t care?
Was it because we were wearing waistcoats
That didn’t match our hair?

Or was it just
Two lapses of concentration
From those out on the pitch?
For all our unstinting support
Was it just a case of, aberrant mental glitch?
Defenders that switched off
At vital moments?

Tired legs and aching lungs
Depriving the brain
Of a scintilla of oxygen
That slowed the mind
And dulled reaction time
When danger beckoned?….

Twas not to be –
An outcome fecund.

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Great Expectations. It’s Looking Good.

Tis a hard one to swallow I know
Though the after match manners
Of three wannabe OTT managers
In the ITV studio, helped soften the blow.

So…we’re out, beaten, dusted an done
But…all down to the waist-coated one
We’ve experienced a month in the sun
Of hope, where before there was none.

Time to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off
Get our show back on the right road
After bearing witness to this little lot?
Anything is possible…we know.

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