Total Football
¶ 1
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Remember when you slammed the Dutch?
Twenty-eight fouls much too much?
Brazil surpassed them by a touch (Ouch!)
with extra time unplayed.
¶ 2
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The hosts are ten times in the book.
I had to take a second look.
The reputation of a crook
not easily unmade.
¶ 3
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Low’s understatement: “They lack flair.”
Anyone believe they care?
It seems they’ll kick you anywhere;
even if they’re winning.
¶ 4
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If it’s to be their curtain call,
too much to ask they play the ball?
A country once big becomes small.
Total football now means sinning.
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