He Just Wouldn’t Give It Up!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Collecting a ball from his midfield
He surged forward in to our half
In that gangly weird style he continued
His slender legs danced o’er the grass.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Searched for a red shirt to pass to
Declining as they were well marked
He ran with the ball through our midfield
Where two challengers bounced as he danced.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He looked to the left, then away to his right
As team-mates ran in search of green space
Giant-like with a ball his dark skin gleamed in the night
The floodlight’s lit up his determined face.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A shoulder charge made scant impression
As he danced still with ball at his feet
Another one sailed in as a painful lesson was learned,
The man possessed a concrete physique.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He turned this way and that without thinking
Whilst our team couldn’t get near the ball
I looked over at Henry, stood along on the wing
Smiling at his team-mates bravado in awe.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Centre circle seemed as a fortress
Where blue shirts were weary to tread
In a second he made up his mind and began pressing
Back in to our half once again.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Finally the ball and he parted
A short pass to a teammate was made
Then I sat down in awe and relived the past
Forty seconds or so, that Patrick Vieira made seem like an age!



This poem is inspired by an incident from a Champions League Tie at Stamford Bridge. Vieira gets the ball in the mid-field and has no one to pass to, so he keeps running around the pitch with it, warding off three or four hefty shoulder charges in the meantime, until someone becomes available for him to pass to.

The Arsenal players could have gone off for a cup of tea and came back on it seemed so long to us at the time, Vieira was on the ball, but luckily for us and our blokes who bounced off him it was only about
thirty or so seconds. It did though for us sat in the stand watching in awe, your team unable to get the ball of Vieira, feel as if it went on for an age.

A wonderful display of sheer strength and determination not to give in.

Bravo Patrick son.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/he-just-wouldnt-give-it-up/