A Poem entitled The Corner Flag, written by Mark Wilson. Worth the minute of your time to read! The cornstarch smeared over the Paifala Pie, The taste of the rum from the Mai- Kai, The Alaisa Fa’apopo dipped in coconut cream, A mothers Lava lava busting at the seam. A rugged Englishman with argent skin, An oval shaped ball thrown in the bin. A father instigating push and shove, Annondale Parks version of brotherly love. Shirts ripped, pride at stake, The old man disenchanted by every mistake. A nervous cub decked out in tigers gear, Trembling like a budgerigar with fear. School books empty, homework unfinished, An appetite for education clearly diminished. A family budget on the decline, Sacrifice for a childhood dream on the line. A dream so fervent since the age of ten, Now attainable under the eyes of the Den. Where the disconcerted fans are standing, The bushwackers faithful very demanding. Flesh flabbergasted the lions eyes, Shirt hurled under the Hamlets skies. A goal laudable of a fairytale, The no nonsense club destined for the holy grail. So many memories, so much learned, The Millwall Faithfuls respect earned. Under a clear Isle of dogs starry night, An unfamiliar territory under the spotlight. Light emerged through the Kingsway Tunnel arc, Deprivation encompassed Everton Park. An overwhelming delight to be their client, And nestled in the bunks with the Sleeping Giant. A camaraderie and fellowship had been spoken, And the Sleeping giant had awoken. A club etched with so much tradition, Fulfillment from toffee recognition. A position rediscovered on the map, Goals flowing like water from a discharged tap, Records in Merseyside against the old foe, History fabricated with three in a row, A golden era with the Toffeemen, Welcomed back time and again. Whilst every Everton fan mourns, It was time to take the bull by the horns, Where apples are huge and the weather is hot, Tiny Tim leaped into the melting pot. An adventure discovering Yankee land, Football, a whole new brand, A whistle sounding in mystery, The fastest goal in US history. A metro as hospitable as an old Siracusan, A desire to reimburse the master plan. After several years left out in the cold, The wait was over for the green and gold. A first cap under the Loftus noise, A 1-0 win over the boys boys. An atmosphere soaked under the coloured rings, In the land of ideas he became one of the kings, Against the Land of the rising sun, An international career had just begun, A corner flag beaten to a pulp, Pints of tooheys guzzled in one gulp, A unique awe- inspiring celebration, The cornerstone of an endless creation. On the worlds biggest stage, The boy from the Harbour city had come of age. And in the twilight of a career of so many highs, Destiny still awaits under the heavenly skies, An ambassador of the game of the highest magnitude, A compassionate plea for those who experience fortitude, A work ethic like a mountaineer, An instinct like a predator with no fear. A leap like a leopard in grassy land. An ongoing respect in the grand stand. As generous as the sun in Spring, Has Australian Footballe witnessed a bigger King? He is simply a footballer so sublime, Tim Cahill is the greatest Socceroo of all time.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 02:07:00 +0000