Gabriel Batistuta
¶ 1
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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.
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