A Celebration.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Eating miserable dinners
After closely called nights
We’ll fete last gasp winners,
Curse dodgy off sides.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Warmed by the glow of a victor
Skidding along on his knees
Who captured the spoils in that instant?
From the shattering jaws of defeat.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Sparring in jest with a flag pole
Strutting like peacocks en masse
Imaginary cigars puffing out smoke
Some celebrations are crass.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When our heart rates subside back to normal
We’ll look skywards for more toward the telly
Realise our celebrations, are bordering on formal,
Pale in comparison, to the sheer exultation…. of Marco Tardelli!


Seeing this bloke (Marco Tardelli) sat next to Giovanni Trappatoni in the ROI dug-out, I was taken back to the World Cup Final of Spain 1982, when an under performing Italian side and Paolo Rossi grew in stature as the finals progressed to beat West Germany 4-2 I think?

Tardelli’s passionate celebration of the goal he scored, in that final is folk lore and totally mind-blowing to watch over and over again. This could well be on You-Tube. If it is be sure to catch it. Makes the hairs on the back of yer neck stand to attention, no matter how many times you see it. Blinding stuff.

Go well and be lucky.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-celebration/