(A poem on the World Cup Final and an ode to the FIFA
Football World Cup 2018)
At the Luzhiniki, the month long frenzy ended tonight,
Les Blues met the Vatreni, a game of equals as was rightly
thought.
The beautiful game set for a cruel finish, a dose of skill
and luck,
hype and hope – all clashed, alas but there’s only one
winner to pick.
A striker’s instinct set for an own goal, all set piece
drama unfolds,
was there a deliberate handball? On roller-coaster emotions,
there are no controls.
All Possession and attack was for nothing, as the skies
turned blue,
missed chances, maverick moments, how this ends is nobody’s
clue.
Then Mbappe and Pogba danced as the Croats’ defense rattled,
five minutes of genius that left Modric and his men baffled.
Deservedly, France won and the night ended in ‘Allez Les Blues’ chant,
Spare a thought for the runners-up, they fought as is their
wont.
What an event it was, as we say ‘Dasvidaniya’ to Russia and
move on,
tears of Joy and
anguish as leaders hug their players, all’s now gone.
A wonder that is now over, all ache & awe gone,we
wait without rest…
as the beautiful game goes to Qatar of the Middle East!
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| Golden Ball winner Luka Modric with Best Yougest Player Kylien Mbappe |
