There was a defender, back in primary school,
the lad could have left me for dead.
I flew off my line calling,
then he hurt his foot on my head.
There was a deathly thunk,
then I went down like lead.
“Argh” I said as I hit the floor
and that’s not all I said.
As I, indignantly, got to my feet,
ready to make some sound,
I saw the headmistress upon the pitch
– and defender upon the ground.
As the double vision subsided,
and I slowly came around,
the defender limping off the field
was the first thing I found.