The Real Deals
¶ 1
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What has happened to the football game?
The ones that I’m watching just aren’t the same.
No diving, no crowding.
No pulling, no tripping
Is this a sign that standards are slipping?
No in-the-face challenges
To the man with the whistle,
No taunting opponents to make them all bristle.
No rolling in agony then jumping up fast,
I just like what I’m seeing
And long may it last.
The players are honest
And that’s what appeals,
They get on with the game
They are the real deals.
The Women’s World Cup is well under way
And all credit to them for the way that they play.
They are attractive to watch
And have respect for the game
I wish all the others
Would behave just the same.
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Ianthe Exall
June 2015
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