No more running through treacle
now Fernando has notched;
no more hiding on the wing
now Torres has scored.
No longer the world’s
most expensive right back;
no longer the longest drought
in southern England.
Now he can once again leave
defenders trailing in his wake;
now he can leave opponents flailing
as he bestrides the Bridge like a colossus.
Legacy of that miss at Old Trafford
almost forgotten as Fernando
flicks the ball past Schmeichel jnr
into the net for his second.
Torres’ goals just like London buses:
you wait ages for one to come,
then two arrive almost at the same time
along the Fulham Road.