And did those feet . . . . ?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And as the Hand of God waves the Argentine goodbye,
There’s a sound of stifled giggling from somewhere in the sky.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So thoughts turn to those other nuts, the crackers from Brazil
Who, in attack or in defence, can either thrill or chill.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Supporters down in Rio who to footie are in thrall
Offer prayers to a statue who watches over all.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Perched on a distant summit with both his arms held wide
Is he saying “Children come to me”, or appealing for offside?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But it’s not just the Brazilians who hope their team will please
For there’s other, foreign, followers and not the Portugese.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They may wave St.George’s flag, say they’re English through and through,
That their money is on Beckham’s men who they’ll cheer like me and you.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But they’d fail the Tebbit ruling once meant for a different game,
Although the guiding principle will always be the same.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 So look around on Friday, see who smiles or wears a frown,
Dependent on the outcome and just whose team goes down.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 And I’ll bet there’s someone, somewhere, stands to make a bob or two
If, by some quirk of HISTORY, Brazil is England’s Waterloo.


Stuart Butler, History teacher at Brockworth School drew Brazil in the staff sweep.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/and-did-those-feet/