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Samba soccer by the Liffey

Clik The Mouse

Friday, January 16th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The tall young lad, in eye catching top
Stepped onto the busy train, on a dull grey day
Bright yellow tracksuit, emblazoned ‘Brasil’
But his height and looks, made him stand out anyway

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Having just hit the net
The web alas, not the old onion bag
My mind went a-wandering
As the homeward journey began to drag

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Could he be the clubless Rivaldo?
Ready to turn out for Rovers, Bohs or Pats?
Or even Dublin City or UCD; an unwilling pawn
In one of the Eircom League’s endless spats?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Well, whoever he was
He stepped out at Clonsilla
So by process of elimination
That ruled out Ashtownvilla

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Looking ahead, to the night’s exertions
And the contest with my fellow cohorts
I’ll soon be chasing samba shadows
When facing one of Sao Paulo’s finest exports

© Clik the mouse, 05.01.2004

Notes

The poem that was meant to be!

I wrote the poem, near the start of the journey, and using poetic licence, picked the station that gave me the best rhyme.
Yet lo and behold! The Rivaldo look-a-like got off at that very stop!
(To those not familiar with Dublin’s west side, that’s about 6 or 7 stations from where we started).

The last stanza is in honour of my friend and neighbour, Gustavo, who’s wonderful presence has upped the standard of our weekly 5-a-side.
Unfortunately he returns to Brazil in the summer of 2004.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/samba-soccer-by-the-liffey/?share=google-plus-1