World Cup 2010 Day 2

South Korea 2 Greece 0 (Group B)

Koh Na-bol
Lee Jung-soo
Nok Ih-tin
Fah Tuk-wik
Pas An-run
Grik Tu-slo
Qi Pah-luk
Sum Wat-doj

Seh Kun-daf
Park Ji-sung
(Ji-sung Park?)
In Ta-sept
Bit Tu-men
Tah Pi-tin
Gri-Kas-lip
Taeguk fah
Gud Foh-grik
Ih Zi-win.


Argentina 1 Nigeria 0 (Group B)

Surveying his rebel camp
like a poncho-less Pancho Villa,
his stocky figure cast
a large shadow across the pitch.
Back on the stage
where he once drew gasps of astonishment
and tears of disbelief,
all cameras, all eyes
were drawn from the game
to his besuited paunch
and grizzled beard.

While the young lieutenant jinked
and teased and dazzled with his precocious youth,
the spaghetti western villain
spat out his tobacco
and muttered to his generals.


England 1 United States 1 (Group C)

You’d have to have a heart of stone to revel
In someone else’s moment of despair.
You’d have to have the feelings of a devil
To watch his anguish and then punch the air.

You’d have to be insensitive to wallow
In someone else’s nightmare situation,
When all he wants the earth to do is swallow
Him, and hide him from the devastation.

You’d have to be a brute to hope his team mates
Don’t score another goal to spare his blushes,
To help to wake him from this dreadful dream, mates,
And lift him from the kind of mood that crushes.

The world pokes fun at England’s jingo media
Who build the team to heights it can’t sustain.
The fact’s recorded there on Wikipedia –
Their arrogance promotes complete disdain.

I’m known for being quite a selfish figure,
Harsh and cruel and all points in between.
I’d watch a nasty accident and snigger,
But even I reach out to Robert Green.

© Peter Goulding 11th June 2010