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Back to goal, beyond the box,
The new-discovered Irish fox
Did shield the ball with broadened back.
But Reidy did not heed the call
To play a simple backwards ball
And keep momentum in attack.
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Instead, with cleverness he jinked,
With guile artistic and succinct,
To give himself a yard of space.
Then arrogantly picked his spot
With bending, curling left-foot shot
That crashed into the net with pace.
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Not many games beneath his felt,
But it was universally felt,
That such a strike belied his age.
What confidence to even try
To touch the limits of the sky
On his first bow upon this stage!