Sunday, 22 June 2025

PIRLO... (My poem about the legendary Italy and Juventus soccer player...)

 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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