Plenty of rain in the air
and plenty of rain on the grass.
Difficult playing with flair
and difficult showing one’s class.
The downpour meant it was unfair
to castigate every stray pass.
McLaren’s umbrella, if there,
would have made an appearance, alas.
The puddles which formed everywhere
resembled great windows of glass,
and the players were quite unaware
they were teeming with flounder and bass.
The ref nearly stopped the affair,
not because of the wors’ning morass
but because Assou-Ekotto’s hair
was approaching its critical mass.