England’s Best Defender
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In a nonchalant display
bordering on apathy,
England’s best defender
was not really a defender at all.
Terry, Johnson, Ashley
Cole. Lazy, lazy, lazy.
Shaming them all by sprinting back
to defence when the so-called defenders
elected to do nothing but idle ball-
watching was England’s best defender.
Emile Heskey. More than a target man,
a worker, team-player, unsung-hero
at both ends. In contrast with the blase
attitudes of the back-four today
only a rugby tackle could bring him
down. And even then, that’s after
the cool interception, the precision in the turn
and powerful run up field. Another glimmer
of quiet brilliance.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He is not just a striker, he is Heskey.
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