Mapping the Game
¶ 1
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Football is as much geography as physiology
the pitch the very landscape of conjecture
its borders collect around the ground
tendered, watered, and cultivated
cajoled into imagined emerald grass
for molten boots the mistimed pass
the terrace corrugated and creosoted
for old skool philosophers & poets,
naming ‘This is Home, where I am’.
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