Thursday, November 8, 2007

Robbie’s Goal Against the Dutch

As Stam back-pedalled rapidly, his famous features altered,
His skin just seemed to melt away, as judgement slowly faltered.
You could see his liver pulsing, his intestines clenched in fear,
His kidneys jiggling plaintively, as tackling-time came near.
His vertebrae were dancing, though he tried so hard to quell ‘em
And stop them leaping up to try and grab his cerebellum.
The vivid red, that was his heart, was furiously thumping,
Just below a pair of lungs conspicuously pumping.
Children screamed in horror as he backed into the area,
This eerie x-ray vision getting scarier and scarier,
His sinews tightened frantically, his muscles leapt about,
He looked a bloody mess, as Robbie turned him inside out.
Holland 0 Ireland 1

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