1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We want Solomon for a referee,
Zeus for a manager,
Jesus Christ for a physio,
and all the disciples save Judus in the stands.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Spread the replica tops across the crowd
like loaves and fishes:
turn this dishwater team
into something vintage.
Let it rain holy water on the pastures green.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I am but a sinner. The fat doors
of the dark church to me are barred.
But on Saturday afternoon, I crave omniscience, omnipotence.
For 90 miraculous minutes
I long, simply, for perfection.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/blindness/