Table Football at the College of Agriculture by the Sea
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The general synopsis at dusk:
land around the coastal weather station
has been requisitioned for table football.
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A huge tournament by the College of Agriculture’s
inshore waters gathers all the continents’
luminaries: the high-angle masters
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of flat performance, football’s socialist-state directors
turning players suspended in mid-air
to super-powered windmills of irrelevance.
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The tactics and philosophies hardly deviate
from strictures of the well-thumbed
Hodgson’s Guide, ubiquitous on campus.
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Central American and Hungarian pioneers,
despite a steel bar through their players’ stomachs,
still flood the midfield by tilting
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forwards back or defenders forward:
still find unworldly width. The Dutch
would like positions to interchange – always play
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with a screwdriver to swap a notional Rensenbrink
with an armless Johnny Rep. A two-man job
with a welding iron unfixes Kluivert:
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joins him to the shoulder of the last defender
governed by a man from Inverurie Loco Works FC,
sole representative of the Highland League,
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safety goggles deflecting sparks off the orange
while he thinks of Formartine United
or Gala Fairydean, Keith and Lossiemouth,
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the ground underneath and the sky up above
his only support crew here as everyone breaks
for noodles, finds a tactical middle ground,
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compromise or further acrimony
over a full-array imported banquet
in the signed and Sake-infused
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great three lines Alex…table football..says it all