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The sun at its highest point in the heavy summer sky
Sweat sinking into the tanning green pitch
Referees in black absorbing the passion
Players in a battle against the heat.
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The goalkeepers guarding their own oasis ready to fly
Weather to strangle the poor and the rich
Sitting not standing now the latest fashion
Each team striving not to be beat.
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It seems like the muggy distant end will never be nigh
Ninety minutes is a lifetime, an unsatisfied itch
Moments of greatness handed out like a ration
When at the World Cup two countries meet.
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A goal can be so ordinary yet produce a natural high
Thoughts of losing and misery are all ready to ditch
Exahusted strikes into nowhere aren’t crashin’
The numbing temperature claims another defeat.
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