Thursday, October 25, 2007


[A Vision in a Dream. A Fragment.]

In Ibarak’ did Ollie Kahn
A stately Berlin wall decree,
Where Ramelow, inspired, ran
The back four with Dietmar Hamann,
To try and clinch Group E.
And thus they built a wall of clay
To keep the Irish hordes away.
And Oliver in majesty surveyed
The battling ramparts from his stately throne,
And though his gallant soldiers were afraid,
The Irish could not topple German stone.
But oh! When all seemed lost a breach appeared,
And Kahn did suffer bitter acrid loss,
For as the weary battle’s twilight neared,
‘Twas just as strained Teutonic hearts had feared,
As mighty Quinn arose to meet the cross.
And in this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
The whole Hibernian nation eschewed breathing,
And as the ball dropped marvellously to Keane,
That proud and tireless warrior in the green,
Stiff-legged smacked he past Kahn’s despairing dive,
To keep the Irish World Cup dream alive.

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