I’ve just watched Italys Andrea Pirlo dismantle England’s Euro 2012 hopes with a display of near-faultless playmaking. England barely survived until the penalty shoot-out, managing to hold their opposition to a goalless draw in normal time, but then Pirlo stepped up to the spot and did something so special that I thought I would write a poem about it.
Pirlo told the press afterwards that he had deliberately taken a nonchalant penalty so as to unsettle the England penalty-takers; and so I thought I would write a piece about what he might have been thinking as he stepped up to face Joe Hart. I’ve included my poem below, as well as a video link to Pirlo’s special deed; it’s called “Good evening, the name’s Andrea”.
Good evening; the name’s Andrea –
Which means “I’m half art, half player” –
I don’t shout this out, I’m too modest –
So I’ll say it through my boots, with my spot-kick;
Tribe Called Quest asked “Can I Kick It?” –
I thought they were pansies, I plan to chip it;
I will float this down the middle;
Down England’s hopes like a row of skittles…
So I’m approaching Joe Hart,
Ball on the chalk, I start the slow dance:
Waltz forth; to the lawn he falls fast,
And watches forlorn, as the ball soars past.