Futbol


For the love of the game


Match. Game.
I used to roll those suckers until I scored:
one, two three men at a time, until I scored.

My youth. My love for the game.

I could kick anybody's ass at that time. And at any time I felt like it.

My brother told me last evening, at his sons birthday, that he (my brother, one year older than me) would drop anything at his hands, school, friends, or the cinema, just to come and watch me play.

I don't exaggerate.
I Was that good at Futbol. (Futbol, that's the Spanish term for "Soccer). That is the real name for kicking a ball around until you find the goal.

Futbol. Si.

So I drink my Whisky, "Red Label" as I should, now, 23 years older than then;
my aim is off, my game long gone, and my efforts to try again,
no fucking way ...

but once

I did enthroll my brother.

Once,

he loved the way I played.







Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2018-11-12 at 23:53

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