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His pace was a runaway train,
His passes were cruise missiles,
His speed of thought was a college professor,
And his timing was a Swiss manufactured watch.
His awareness was a soldier behind enemy lines,
His free kicks were shooting stars,
His headers were exploding mortar bombs,
And his passion was Che Guevara.
His balance was a tightrope walker,
His focus was a double edged sword,
But his tackles were like whiplash,
And his sportsmanship left a lot to be desired.
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