WC2014 Day 10 Germany 2 Ghana 2
¶ 1
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Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles.
See the old man join the game.
Hobbling like my Great Aunt Alice,
Klose on his zimmer frame.
¶ 2
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Cardi buttoned, clad in layers
to protect him from the cold,
this most senior of players
must be eighty five years old.
¶ 3
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In his eyes there’s still the embers
of the striker he had been.
In nursing homes, there’s some remembers
the first he scored of his fourteen.
¶ 4
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Corner swinging, header angling,
Klose shuffles like a ghost.
Paramedics’ nerves are jangling
as he inches to the post.
¶ 5
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Hits his leg and in it bobbles.
That’s the record he has craved.
Klose turns away and hobbles
like a skeleton depraved.
¶ 6
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Pill-time, but he doesn’t take it.
Watching millions are struck dumb.
Tries a front flip. Doesn’t make it.
Comes down hard upon his bum.
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