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Alone in a crowd of billions

On the first night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

You Uruguayans, trumpets ablaming, Evra’s an ostrich, not just, aujourd’hui.

On the second night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

A Scouser scoring, Green Green spillage, soccer-a-partying yonder in a  starry striped tree.

On the third night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

Four German goals, a fine Aussie drubbing and a cat-tish Cahill decree.

On the fourth night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

Hail snow and sunshine, Cape Town’s performing, Paraguayans  raining on an Italian jamboree.

And then I looked up from a smoky screen and thought how nice it would be were  someone watching with me.

4 replies on “Alone in a crowd of billions”

I think this is one of the most aha moments of my adult life
Where I realise my true love really is my home country
Where the rest of South Africa watches with me with faint interest in the skill and art of football and great investment in our pride
In sport as a rainbow of excited expectation, seeing as we just DID, maybe we CAN!

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