Toward The Bridge and Eden.
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Gliding across a West London field
Towards The Holy Grail
Plastic seats go crash, expectation builds,
As Blues stand and regale.
¶ 2
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He’s Nureyev, he’s Nijinsky,
Razor sharp and deft
Better concentrate, as should you blink
You could miss a pirouette.
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“The best young player here in Europe?
Yet blanked by Match of the Day?”
Mourinho rarely strays beyond The Group
So is this boy a special case?
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I can only speak on what I’ve witnessed
From in front of me plastic seat
Where the thrills not complete
Till your hearts missed a beat
From watching Eden Hazard
Turn it on at Stamford Bridge!
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