A Spot Of Bother

England lost in the fifa world cup 2006..and this is what i did....i felt so damn upset mannn...




A SPOT OF BOTHER

A spot of white in a sea of green,
120 minutes and no goal seen;
10 dozen minutes, no good shot,
In the end it comes to the spot.

Agonizing seconds creep by,
On his shoulder all hopes lie;
He stares nowhere in particular
Everything around is a vibrant blur.

A gust of air howls around,
And then a shrill whistle sound;
“It’s time gentlemen.” The ref says,
HE gets on his knees and prays.

The noose tightens around his neck,
The ball is placed on the dreaded speck;
Right? Or left?.... he wonders,
There should be no blunders.

Funny how it should all end,
After the ball takes many a bend;
Ten kicks from a white spot,
As the throat tightens to a knot.

The silent killer nudges past,
Sheer silence in the stadium vast;
His legs feel willowy and like glue,
Four penalties; each two put through.



The fifth one is taken well,
His ally scores one swell;
Now it all depends on him,
Everything; an entire nation’s whim.

He walks a tantalizing trot,
He saves the little energy he’s got;
Memories of events flash in his head,
All those saves, to this had lead.

A dive, and the crowd cheered,
A miss, and the same jeered;
But he had gotten through full time
Restoring hope for the people of his clime.

He reaches the line at last,
Shadows in all directions he cast;
Save the goal, he utterly must,
Or his team would bite the dust.

The nemesis gets his weapon placed,
The crowd watches everything dazed;
A dive could gain him great honor,
Or would it turn into a spot of bother?

The rival marches to the ball,
The referee sounds the warning call;
The ball is kicked with precision,
A disturbed mind makes its decision.

Which team won? I will not say,
Let your imaginations run, I daresay!
Win or lose, be what may,
They look at that spot with dismay.

Time marches on and on,
Night dies to the light of dawn;
Ideas and views always differ,
But this will be a spot of bother.