Shooting through the stadium, far off the ground
Bouncing once, then a raised boot brings it down
Halts it from rolling, then kicks it with gumption
It flies again free in air further than assumption
It pleads to stay up as crowd cheers
Inevitably the trajectory leads down again
Meets the grass and lands between desperate men
One side races to attack the other defend
The sprigs meet and dig into a shin
Falls next to the ball, face contorted in sting
Drama performed in referee line 'o sight
There inside a pocket coming into stadium light
Like a newborn fated to destroy careers
Lids open as eyes swell in fear
Shoulders tremble arguements discarded
Rising up between fingers, the red card
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