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Alpha at the Euros - Part I - 'The Beautiful Game'

  • Writer: Mike Di Placido
    Mike Di Placido
  • Jun 22, 2021
  • 1 min read

Delighted to be delighted in watching The Euros and, again, suffering the old familiar agonies of supporting England, I thought I'd post a series of three footie poems which appear in my latest collection, Alpha. I shall start with a poem and a title which the great Pele used for his autobiography. (Although whether the great man would agree with the sentiments, therein, is not for me to say.....)


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The Beautiful Game


In those days the balls were bread puddings

and heading the lace meant early onset.


No bending it like Beckham or Ronaldo --

unless you fancied wearing a pair of calipers.


Full backs were psychopaths to a man

and the tackle from behind was de rigueur.


And if a striker still had all his own front teeth

it was regarded as an affectation.



Mike Di Placido: Alpha (Poetry Salzburg,2020).

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