World Cup 2006 Day Six

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Saudi Arabia 2 Tunisia 2

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The sun beat down upon the match
With masterful conceit,
But sadly, it was not a patch
Upon the desert’s heat.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The players ran onto the ground
In twenty eight degrees,
But in their skimpy shorts, they found
It chilly on the knees.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They shivered, huddled on the pitch,
For heat they stuck together.
This cold, they said, is such a bitch!
How come such chilly weather?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It’s suited more to Nordic lands,
Americans and Britons –
How can we play with frozen hands?
We should have worn our mittens.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Spain 4 Ukraine 0

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 No Spain no gain!
Oh poor Ukraine
Were treated with utmost disdain.
Again! Again!
A hurricane!
Guess who will soon be on the plane!
Ukraine were slain,
Flushed down the drain,
Their star quite clearly on the wane.
Restrain this Spain?
You’ll try in vain
To match the pressure they maintain.
In sun or rain
Their Cup campaign
Looks set to bloom and entertain.
‘Tis plain their reign
On this terrain
Might soon uncork Madrid champagne.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Germany 1 Poland 0

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 It’s such a long way to commute now, it’s crazy,
There’s jams on each route to the city.
A day can be long when you’re just being lazy,
Though no-one will show you much pity.
It’s a long way to Tipp, and other far places,
It’s a long way from now to me dinner.
But not nearly as long as those poor Polish faces,
When Neuville slammed home that late winner.

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