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Gabriel Batistuta

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Angel of Florence
Whose limbs moved
With the stealth of panthers
Such beguiling moves that swept
Through defences to pour goodness
Within a burning flame of genius
Whilst Houdini from the terraces
Scribbled down each sleight of boot
Dripping with goals.

Notes

taken from “Beautiful Game” (c) Parry Maguire

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/gabriel-batistuta/