A Dance in the Pub for Carlos Alberto

Without doubt, mate,

it was about the density

of the Rediffusion days,

of colour television

and the merging

of two decades.

A beautiful game

played in thin air,

keeping me in sweat,

breathing in staccato

for nearly fifty years.

Mate. That

last pass

against Italy.

A simple, sweet Samba

           composed

                   on a beach lit in

           visceral yellow

      surrounded by Kryptonite

              green mountains.

GOAL!

Same again, mate?

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