The Man Who Loves To Dribble

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 the man who sets the game alight
like fire from tiny twigs
and with a sigh he dances by
the towering – the big

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 the man who loves to improvise
the concentrating eyes
the teasing shift the grace the twist
all cloaked in sweet disguise

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 the man who stands there like a child
with dribbling on his mind
the shoulder drops he turns he stops
then leaves them all behind

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 we watch in wonder and bemused
what happened to last season?
the magic flows the Garden grows
who doesn’t love our Eden?



Eden Hazard. One of a kind, back to his finest and no longer the shadow that was last season.

This, after watching yet another mesmerising and sublime one-man goal v Arsenal… and upon hearing his post match interview comment: “I just love to dribble”.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-man-who-loves-to-dribble/