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Tournament

Number Ten

Thursday, May 13th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Those matches can return on slow weekday afternoons
Buenos Aires recreated in a suburban back garden
The trophy becomes a flower pot once disgarded
To hear the recklessness of laughter soon
Approaching from players in pursuit of prize and pardon
From the eyes of the young they are most regarded.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Memories amassed from battered history files
Played out on an uneven sloping pitch
A Stadio Olimpico for it needs only grass
To replicate any awesome arena across for miles
It all follows on a flawless plan never hitting a hitch
A World Cup winner every week and now the years pass.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tournament/