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Angry Goals

Hy Money

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 They were grunting and chomping like chimpanzees
when the black man got the ball.
“Chuck him some bananas” the crowds were heard to call.
“Hey you black man listen. I’ll tell you what to do
Go and join your brothers in the cages of the zoo.”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I watched the black man closely,
looked for signs of strain.
Does he hear their evil chanting?
Does he feel a stabbing pain?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But his face like chiseled ebony,
not a sinew did he twitch
perhaps their ugly voices
just dissolved above the pitch.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘Twas many moments later,
without a backward glance,
he thundered the ball in the back of the net
the ‘keeper stood no chance.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As the ball punched a hole in the netting,
so his fists punched a hole in the air
directed towards the now silent crowd
as if to say “you dare!”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 And so it was, week after week.
Christ! Will they never let up
but he kept on scoring those angry goals
’till his Team they won the Cup.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The black man was called up for England.
He scored the most goals of all
but the memories still haunted him
he remembered their mocking calls.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 But now, it’s a different story
with an England shirt upon his back
they can scroll his name in the Hall of Fame
no one cares if he’s white or black.

© HY Money Nov 8th 2009

Notes

www.hymoney.co.uk

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/angry-goals/