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Watching that old nonsense
escalating between two rivals,
clubs rivals more bitter still,
the racking tackles and maniac
lunges, frustration vented each
upon the other, I was reminded
of another, better rivalry.
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The by-gone days of Vieira
versus Keane. Red cards and fists
flailing. Trying to be calm but failing.
The red mists descending, the exchange
of more than words. And those who truly care
are always pushed beyond the realms of fair-play,
or reason, or sense. That is passion’s curse.