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Gallas

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Most would have stopped.
Stayed down or else
limped off the field
and not returned.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Few would blame,
few could condemn,
few fans deny applause
to the stricken hero
carried off
to fight
another day.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But to some;
that elusive, sacred few,
pain is only pain,
an inconvenience not an obstacle.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Those for whom skin and blood
and bone are secondary
to spirit and will. Those
who are driven by the need to win,
to bleed for the team and into the team
and ultimately
to become one with it.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Those who battle on
when others would back
down.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 These are our warriors;
steel-nerved, passion-fuelled,
loyal to the core.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 These are the ones who are
different. Who have something else
that cannot be taught.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 William Gallas;
the ghost in the Arsenal machine…

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 or a machine among ghosts;
solid amongst shadows,
a flame in the darkness,
William Gallas
bleeds
Arsenal red

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 yet on he plays, tonight.

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Notes

You only play through injury and see out the half for a genuine love of the team. Gallas is Arsenal through and through and showed great bravery tonight…It’s not often that I question Arshavin but what on earth was he doing when the two of them collided?

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