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Poems tagged ‘World Cup 2018’

WC2018 Day 19 (pre)

World Cup Willie

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018

England facing
A rising tide
Of public expectation

Wild Boar FC
Face a rising tide
In monsoon season

Diving could yet be
The key to both

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WC2018 Day 18

World Cup Willie

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018

Priority haiku

Wild Boar football team
Trapped in underground caves
Hang in there boys!

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Brazil 2-0 Mexico

Samba stars shake hips
Neymar, Willian lead the dance
Brazil dominate

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Neymar notches stat
Two hundred twenty seven
All time top scorers

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Belgium 3-2 Japan

surprise two nil lead
Red Devils claw back from brink
Blue Samurai blues

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Brazil & Mexico Through haiku -WC Day 18

Crispin Thomas

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018

Brazil 2-0 Mexico

like some yellow tide
strolling to that samba beat
will this be their time?

always second best
Mexico do eve’rything
ev’rything but score

Neymar rolls and cries
but relentless as a train
Willian the key

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Belgium 3-2 Japan

battling on supreme
Samurai lay down their swords
to that late late strike

from a tricky start
brave Japan dictate in vain
falling at the last

heads held high they leave
memories of might have beens
and clean stadiums*

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World Cup day 18

Emdad Rahman

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018

Brazil storm into Quarters
Brazil 2-0 Mexico

Brazil cruise to the Quarters
Samba boys are looking whole
The world’s most expensive baller
He scores and sets up a goal

One nil is not quite enough
They’re stubborn are Mexico
Neymar turns playmaker
Teeing up Bobby Firmino

El Tri are out of the cup
Played out of the ground
Seven times in a row
They’re out in the second round

02 07 18

number7
© emdad rahman

Red Devils comeback breaks Japan hearts
Belgium 3-2 Japan

Nihon were in dreamland
What s finish from Haraguchi
More brilliance to follow
He’sutdone by Takashi Inui

Martinez looked to the heavens
Fellaini and Chadli roll the dice
Vertonghen’s looping header
Fellaini never does nice

There’s 32 seconds remaining
Red charge pegs the Samurai Blue
Chadli strikes the Japanese heart
Comeback complete 3-2

02 07 18

number7
© emdad rahman

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WC2018 Day 17

World Cup Willie

Monday, July 2nd, 2018

Tap tap spread tap spread
Spain’s patience never wears thin
Mine does

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Too much play sideways
Not enough forward drive
Spain pay penalty

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“Rossiya” shock Spain
Conspiracy theory
Putin on VAR!

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Goes to penal_tease
Croats just about edge Danes
Half the pennos saved

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WC2018 Day 16

World Cup Willie

Monday, July 2nd, 2018

Messi Ronaldo
Lack of versed supporting cast
Exeunt stage left

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Changing of the guard
Two goals versus two assists
Mbappe trumps Leo

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On Day Seventeen.

kevin raymond

Monday, July 2nd, 2018

Spain v Russia.

I’m backing The (former) USSR(sic)
In the shoot-out
Buenas Noches Espana.
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Denmark v Croatia

A lottery
Morphed into refereed psychology
Denmark succumb to mind-games.
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Russia & Croatia Shoot Outs haiku-Day 17

Crispin Thomas

Monday, July 2nd, 2018

such contrasting games
endless passing – huff and puff
in the end it’s pens

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Spain 1-1 Russia
Russia win 4-3 on penalties

mastering defence
Russian grit defies the odds
Spain are down and out

passing us to sleep
Spain’s obsession is undone
tika taxi home

they may not be great
maybe they can’t pass all night
but Russia are through

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Croatia 1-1 Denmark
Croatia win 3-2 on penalites

from its crazy start
how this battle swayed and swung
til its bitter end

somehow you just knew
in this see saw to and fro
spot kicks would decide

whatever you say
shoot outs are a lottery
but the only way

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World Cup day 17

Emdad Rahman

Sunday, July 1st, 2018

Hosts pull off shock to reach last eight
Spain (3) 1-1 (4)

Sack your manager
On the eve of the cup
Bring in a legend
Hope it all adds up

Wrestling Ignashevich into his own net
Ramos tried hard to claim as his
In later years this comical moment
Will feature on a sports quiz

Dzyuba puts away the penalty
Mother Russia’s children rejoice
Extra time and penalties
166 million Russians raise their voice

Now it’s down to the keepers
De Gea feels the pain
Akinfeev and his left leg
Koke and Aspas the villains for Spain

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number7
© emdad rahman

Penalty shoot sees Croatia home
Croatia (3) 1-1 (2) Denmark

It wasn’t even a minute
Croatia’s defence looked tipsy
Jorgensen is alert
Before the clock struck sixty

You score, we level
That’s only fair
Croatia go back upfield
Mandzukic makes it square

Schmeichel pulled off three saves
With him the Danes are rich
Alas not this shootout
Settled by Ivan Rakitic

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number7
© emdad rahman

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Remembering Andrés Escobar -Colombia July 2 ’94

Crispin Thomas

Sunday, July 1st, 2018

The World Cup in America, nineteen ninety four,
USA – Colombia, do you recall the score?
While over in the Rose Bowl, with fever running high,
back 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 / 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 extreme 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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