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World Cup 2010 – Day 10

Peter Goulding

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Paraguay 2 Slovakia 0 (Group F)

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In downtown Bratislava, near The Grand,
Beyond the high-class hat shop and the sauna,
An ice-cream parlour sits upon the corner
That serves the finest milk shakes in the land.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Chocolate, raspberry, strawberry, vanilla,
The queues begin to form from eight o’clock,
Stretching down the street and round the block,
Served with style directly from the chiller.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The national team, however, makes mistakes,
Desperate defending fraught with terror,
Prone to almost every sort of error.
Suffice to say, they’re really not great shakes.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Italy 1 New Zealand 1 (Group F)

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They call it a shock but its much more than that,
It’s an insult to national pride.
Never have World Cup hopes fallen so flat –
A draw ‘gainst a very poor side.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The papers back home will spew scorn and disdain
On the players who failed to perform.
The wheels have come right off their World Cup campaign
And will herald a media storm.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The cope will come in for a heap of abuse,
His tactics dismissed and despised.
The headlines will scream out that he is no use,
Restraint will not be exercised.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Yes, supporters will dish out the filth and the fury
On the New Zealand coach and the team.
For really, if they can’t even beat the Azzurri,
Then the World Cup is only a dream.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Brazil 3 Ivory Coast 1 (Group G)

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 My shirt is the colour of saffron,
Saffron really suits me.
I look dandy in saffron,
Saffron really suits me

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Everyone’s diving ‘cept Drogba,
He’s playing vertically.
I knock the hell out of Drogba,
He knocks the hell out of me.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Handball by Fabbiano,
Rest of the crowd all agree.
Handball by Fabbiano
Not seen by the referee

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo.

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 I’m incensed about Kaka,
That wasn’t even a free.
We’ve lost our finest attacker,
Due to a bad referee.

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo (quite rightly)
They call me Felipe Melo.

© Peter Goulding 20th June 2010

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-2010-day-10/