The finger of blame was pointing
As reluctant he rose from the mud
His keeper cursed, features disjointed,
The ref waved away further fuss.
Slowly he trudged to the edge of the box
Alongside the wizard he’d felled
He knew he‘d been conned, not a hair did he touch
And the wizard? He knew it as well.
He caught a sly smile from the flyer
Toward team-mates who jokingly grinned
Such scorn added fat to the fire
Of his anger that flared deep within.
As his keeper danced on the goal line
Waving his arms to distract,
Penalty taker taking his time
Seemed disturbed by custodians act.
Taking his eyes off the dancer
He placed the ball down on the spot
Whilst the bottle less gave all the answers
To the actions they’d much rather not.
Ignoring the still dancing keeper
He ran up, and put his foot through the ball
Then stood there aghast, emotion depleted
As upright kept score at nil all.
Defenders raced to congratulate keeper
As the ball was put down for goal kick
And the wizard from now on would have to be weary
Of conjuring further cheap tricks!
Yellow card scowled at the wizard
Pointing his finger in anger, real mad
As fans of the team, the upright acquitted
Thought: maybe tonight’s not so bad?