Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Klose, but no cigar

Football did not die on that tuesday night
The beautiful game did not suffer
We just realised after all of the hype
That Brazil's team were like us, just duffers

The party was over by forty five minutes
The Germans were no more than strolling
The painted faces of the faithful fans
Were streaked with the tears that kept rolling

It was to be their year, a win on home soil
Nothing less than a shoe-in
So what was that rhythm? A Samba beat
No, the unmistakable rumble of booing

In the silences left by the shock and the shame
Of a team that were really not trying
I am sure I could hear a pitiful sound
It must have been that Pele was crying

(Half time. Brazil v Germany. World Cup Semi Final)

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