1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When he’s on the pitch, I see,
That his soul focuses, his attitude
Points towards the goal, his
Sleek streamlined body floats
Then flies at a tremendous,
Impossible speed from one
End to the other, seemingly
With no visible effort at all

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 With a spherical patchwork
At his nimble feet
He does things that none
Could ever do, never have
The courage to dream of doing

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 An unhelmeted Hermes
With wings on his boots
Golden brown, finely tuned
Pillars of strength, caressed by
Virgin white socks, a casual
Compliment of a thick red stripe

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 An attacking sharp-shooter
By design, a blossoming legend
But by the will of the gods
Of this beautiful game

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Forever ascending higher and
Higher, rising above those
Who would demand praise for
Lesser feats, fewer medals
Suspended from their mantles

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 To be at Highbury, the glorious
Field of glory, past and present,
Before you and to witness
Such a star that enters
The galaxy only too rarely
Is to be blessed and awed at
The same moment

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 If there is art in dancing
A ballerina on a stage,
Spinning, floating above
An audience of bow-tied gents
And cultured women from
Foreign lands, then truly
There is art, a beautiful living
Masterpiece wearing the
Number fourteen



The man just inspires!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/thierry-henry-2/