RED DEVILS RISING – On Belgium! (Poem)

RED DEVILS RISING

(A Poetic TRIBUTE TO BELGIUM)

Five minutes of slackness,

Japan hammered a brace,

Red Devils lay on an operating table,

Red Trident stuck firmly in face.

 

Golden generation beautiful football,

Hopes buried quite deep,

‘Pretenders’ were bowing out,

Promises ,they could not keep.

 

Forty minutes before the final whistle,

Countdown had begun,

Ascending Japan was all charged up,

Bye ,bye O Belgium!

 

Roberto Martinez looked drained ,

Odds against were huge,

Belgium prayed for a miracle,

Somehow the squad regrouped.

 

This was no ragtag bunch,

A squadron playing team sport,

There was still some time left,

Together we shall take the ‘fort’.

 

Sustained efforts bore fruit,

A lob-header looped into goal ,

Vertonghen was the vessel

Through which belief poured.

 

Dugout sent tall Fellaini in,

Who headed a cross to level,

Relief poured in,self-belief was back,

The team was displaying mettle!

 

Every touch made sense,

Now every pass materialized,

It looked heavenly ordained ,

Normal time would suffice.

 

Courtois(goalie) rolled the ball to Kevin(de Bruyne),

Who ran the sprint of his life,

Sent a long pass to Thomas Munier,

Who waited on the right.

 

He crossed it in ,and Oh! Lukaku missed,

Or did he, No! the wily fox  had dummied (it),

Running in from behind , Chadli stood unmarked ,

A tap- in and it was a goal,  magic spell was cast.

 

Earnest Japan was left spellbound,

Saw counterattack verses make rhyming sounds,

Every Intonations had grace,

Every syllable was in place,

Each touch,every pass,

Left their opponents in daze.

 

(Quarter final was the prize earned,

Not a prospect the Pommies had yearned (for).)

 

An own goal set the Brazilians back,

Fear of Fellaini led to kamikaze attack,

Still the Selecao did not surrender,

Kept their sorties up,

The Devils’ Defence was upto it,

Somehow blunted this pluck.

 

A wall of giants nullified set piece chances,

What did permeate, Courtois warded off advances,

No rhymes here,these blank verses were masculine,

This was the night for Witsel- Kompany to shine.

 

On a counterattack Lukaku ran like possessed,

For half the field ,till  ‘false nine’ was in sight,

Passed Telestar to gambolling de Bruyne ,

Who took the final goal strike.

 

Kevin’s  cleat rocket bombarded the site ,

Lukaku fell in relief as the ghost got exorcised,

Then rose up like a Colossus

To celebrate Belgium’s grand night.

 

Brazil tried and tried but were cruelly denied,

No comeback was in store,no new folklore.

Next foe is France,the semi  will be tight,

These resurgent Belgians are spoiling for a fight,

Two wins to go before they lift the Trophy ,

Red Devils have surely earned the right.

Sprightly in counterattacks, solid when they defend,

The Cup is headed to Brussels,all omens do portend.

 

 

 

 

#lukaku #reddevils #belgians #belgium #worldcupsoccer

 

 

 

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