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Roll along the penalty box
Legs fling towards it in a painful stretch
The keeper’s disappeared
The gaping goal empty and craving.
Everyone wills it in, expects it in
As it begs for the slightest of touches.
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By the merest of centimetres if that
You can barely see the daylight
Between toe and ball
And yet it rolls along the penalty box
Rolls along the front of the goal
And refuses to connect to the legs that stretch