Stadiums echo by Eddie Bolas


Stadiums echo, ghostly sounds,
No waving flags, no clapping hands,
Silent tributes, take a knee,
Respect, for all the world to see.
No breathless gasps, no deafening cheers,
No pies, no burgers, chips, or beers.
And what is clear, for all to feel,
It somehow doesn`t feel quite real.
Till Adama crossed that ball to Raul,
His header steered in to the goal,
And Netto hit that volley true,
The Wolves were back, for me and you.


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