Juventus 2 Manchester United 3
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Juventus 2 Manchester United 3
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Strata of after-work smog
filter intermittent gusts of rain
that barely reach me,
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perched in the cantilevered stand
amid local fanatics,
high solitude among sixty thousand,
muting my allegiance,
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senses exacerbated by Amsterdam ganja,
by intense floodlights that heighten
the brightness of the green rectangle
far below: focus of all our hopes.
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I take in the darkening kaleidoscope
of cloud as the sky
signs over to night,
note pre-orgasmic tension
in concentrated faces.
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Below, on the playing field,
Our Boys win against all the odds.
A rarity: the Italian fans
applaud their opponents,
their love of the game
stronger than tribalism.
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The stadium empties – the defeated may return home.
The cleaners move in. Barely a whiff
of nearby Kosovo tinges the pungent night air.
¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 May 1999
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