Figo’s Face

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 During every match that Portugal played
Figo’s face was always the same
Frustrated, moody and forever dismayed
For every second of the game.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No matter if creating wondrous magic
Or making an inch-perfect pass
His expression always looked so tragic
The adult in a childish farce.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Everytime he was tackled
Or a shot of his went awry
His talent was painfully shackled
And the game would pass him by.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Each time the Portugese scored
Fans would explode in passion
Yet Figo looked unmoved and bored
Not following the popular fashion.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When he saw that he was subbed
Perfectly off the pitch he trudged
His stony stare shows it rubbed
That emotion would not be budged.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Figo sang the anthem fiercely and loud
Still with his hypnotic glare
Captaining the country he must have been proud
A responsibility he could bear.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 For Portugal it ended in tears
Beaten by a Greek team on song
But Figo’s mood predicted the fears
As if he knew what would happen all along.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Now each exhausting, draining game is done
In a tournament where results were strange
Winning or losing treated as one
Figo’s face did not change.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/figos-face/