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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sicker Soccer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The £10,000 a week defender can’t quite<br>catch the £20,000 striker who's got<br>the ball at his nimble, expensive feet, the stadium yelling<br>fit to raise the roof – what does he do? why, <br>he pulls the striker’s shirt, of course…; the ref, the commentators<br>remain silent. We, we were told off at nursery classes, <br>for pulling little Johnny’s shirt… I mean, for Pele’s sake, <br>what is this about? ! ..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then at the end of the game (one side’s got to win, <br>you’d think the fans are like they used to be, <br>paid good money to watch a good match) <br>the managers spit out their gum, pat each other on the back<br>whilst walking away, and not looking each other in the eye…<br>none of that love of the game stuff, the sparkling eyes<br>of those who love their sport, shaking hands<br>with a worthy opponent…ha…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as for cricket – ‘sledging’ – can you believe it? <br>making sneery remarks to the batsmen while you stand in close…<br>never happened when sport was something you<br>enjoyed, loved to do, enjoyed the challenge and the company…<br>‘oh it’s all in good fun’… yeah? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">tennis, being one-on-one, ain’t so bad; psych yourself up<br>but put the venom in your shots; but then, <br>when the match ends, run up to the net (or so they<br>used to) , eyes meet, shake hands, a few words? not<br>so often – shake hands without making <br>eye-contact, off to thank the umpire who's<br>up there out of reach…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s like some sorta natural law: when sport is a game<br>like life, the game’s the thing, and well-played, sir; pay <br>your ‘sportsmen’, your mercenaries, in the name<br>of ‘popular entertainment’ and big business, and<br>something disappears, as revenues increase; <br>how long before poetry becomes<br>a ‘spectator sport’ with a World Slam League out there<br>and TV rights?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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