World Cup 2006 Day Eleven

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Switzerland 2 Togo 0

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Weaving, bending, now defending,
Searching for that goal.
Scared the pants off mundane France,
The Swiss were on a roll.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Hakin Yakin kept on trackin’,
Frei was having fun.
Young Barnetta went one better,
Togo was undone.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Understated, underrated,
Do not be remiss.
‘Twould be a blunder should you under-
-Estimate the Swiss.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Ukraine 4 Saudi Arabia 0

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Saudi coach could well explain
The 4-0 drubbing by Ukraine.
It wasn’t lack of football brain
Or fitness that had caused them pain.
Not for him the old refrain
That though they’d tried with might and main,
They found that they could not contain,
This Eastern Europe express train.
The reason, he announced, was plain –
His players were not used to rain,
And hoped they’d see the sun again
When next they faced the mighty Spain.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Spain 3 Tunisia 1

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The stands had gone quiet, though the seats were all full,
A silence hung over the place.
The Tunisian matador played with the bull,
An effortless smile on his face.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Teasing and feigning, he waved his red cape,
The bull roared in terrible pain.
The matador looked for a means to escape
As the bull charged again and again.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Then all of a sudden, the matador slipped,
While turning too fast in the mud.
The crowd gasped out loud, all instinctively gripped.
The bull looked around and smelled blood.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Three times those sharp horns delivered their blows,
The matador fatally gored.
The bull trotted round on the tips of its toes,
The crowd had received its reward.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-2006-day-eleven/