Pirlo…
The expression betrayed
Little but the bother of the lank hair,
Or maybe the irritation of an itch
In the depths of his swarthy, bearded face...
Sanguin.
The gait displayed
Little in the way of an imminent dash,
Or indeed an injection of urgency
From the sinews of his lean, embattled limbs...
Languid.
The distribution strayed
Little in the congestion of midfield hustle,
Or even from the intimidation of a tackle
By the spoil of a mean, destructive rival...
Adroit...
Pete Ray
Andrea Pirlo, the Italy and Juventus midfielder.
His calm demeanour haunted soccer.
I have the biography…
He was a genuine talent…
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