World Cup 2010 – The Final Word

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Day one, here we go,
Africa says hello,
Crowd can’t be heard for
The sound of swarming bees.
Host nation get a draw
Germans knock in four
Robert Green fumbles it,
Down upon his knees.
Ball is like a beach ball,
Can’t contol it at all,
North Korea fight back,
Brazil scrape through.
Argentina scores four,
Lionel Messi can’t score,
America is robbed
As they draw 2-2.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Engerland, Algeria
Decidedly inferior,
Italians struggling
French in disarray.
Anelka gets kicked out,
Feels he’s been picked out
Players boycott training,
No play today.
Brazil go to heaven,
Portugal score seven
Uruguay qualifies,
French go home.
England just squeeze through,
Germany breeze through,
Joy in Bratislava,
Misery in Rome.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Tevez goal, linesman cowed,
Lampard goal disallowed,
Capello and Rooney
Carry the can.
Messi can’t stick it in
Robben’s back, kick it in,
Penalties Paraguay,
Hard luck Japan.
Battle of Iberia
Spain are superior,
Iniesta best
As Ronaldo pouts.
Mexico left hobbling
Ball is still bobbling,
Ghana beats America,
Africa shouts.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Quarter finals, millions
Weep for the Brazilians,
Felipe Melo sent off,
Crown of thorns.
Suarez turns goalie
Furore unholy,
Paraded on shoulders,
Africa mourns.
Dismal Argentina’s
Taken to the cleaners,
Germany’s blitzkrieg,
Klose gets close.
Ellis Park thriller
Decided by Villa,
Paraguay bow out,
Nearly comatose.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Van Bronckhorst’s screamer,
Forlan bags a beamer,
Three – two, Dutch through,
Final in sight.
Germany outpassed,
Outfought, outclassed,
Puyol’s great header
Lightens the night.
Hey, ho, what’s the fuss
About a bleedin’ octopus?
Jabalani ball is
Deemed too light.
Stadia weren’t full,
Some crowds risible,
Goal line technology
Won’t make it right.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Germany, Uruguay,
Play for third, Who knows why?
Forlan and Muller find the net.
Soccer City bubblin’
Watching in Dublin,
Freetown, Fremantle
And Phuket.
Wilful Dutch violence,
Purists in silence,
Acts of thuggery
Rampant and rife.
Iniesta’s back’s up,
Spain lift the World Cup,
Football is over,
Back to life.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-2010-the-final-word/?shared=email&msg=fail