Small Margins
¶ 1
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Losing by small margins is somehow worse
than a genuine, well- deserved thrashing;
that shot that stung the crossbar,
that corner sailing just wide
and that penalty. Palmed into the net.
¶ 2
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That one-handed reflex-save, in another
game could have been a match-winner. But
tonight just the difference between 2-0
and 3-0. String of one-on-ones thwarted
in another context seep quality, here futility
reigns. The small margin
¶ 3
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between a small margin and
humiliation? I don’t know.
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