The boys of Brazil miss out but it’s Messi time.
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Back from Brazil and Rio
And the high seas
The land of samba and sensuality
My lovely wife and I
Where the arcadian rhythms
Of South American dance
And music hugged the Copacabana
But this year the boys from Brazil
Will salsa and samba no more
For a while at least
Shut out by the harlequinade red
and white diamonds of Croatia
The Brazil coronation will not
Be with its orb or sceptre
Shining its eternal light on the
Timeless nirvana of its yellow shirts
In Pele and Garrincha, Di Di, Va Va,
Tostao, Gerson, Jairzinho, Socrates
Rainbow spectrum of passes, intricacies,
Conspiracy of patterns, provocative thoughts
But yet the Latin tempo
Will remain at the magically hedonistic feet
Of the inimitable one,
Lionel Messi, so richly deserving
Of a Jules Rimet World Cup
Turning Croatian defenders inside out
Rather like thick woolly jumpers
Before checking back, jinking with
Balletic pirouetting on dainty toes
And then steering the ball back across
The face of the goal for Alvarez to make
Sure of World Cup Final meeting with France
Argentina and France in a World Cup Final
Oh sheer nectar.
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