An unbelievable miss

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 This morning, by the pool,
My wife walked past
A bright red plastic football
Teetering on the edge..
So close,
She could have toe-ended it in,
Or flicked it sideways
Or rolled it back onto her instep
And done a few keepie-uppies,
Or executed a Cruyff turn,
Or stepped over it and stabbed it
With her back foot,
Or flicked it up Willie Carr-like
Before swivelling and volleying home.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But she did none of these.
She simply walked right past it,
Ignored it completely
As if it wasn’t there.
As Motty would say,


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/an-unbelievable-miss/