I'd like to speak of a hate of mine
The
football men of the Argentine
Players
blessed with skill and flair
And pace to
make you stand and stare
So, when
endowed with grace and style
Resort to
such unsporting guile
They push
and pull and kick and dive
As to win at
any cost they strive
And when they’re
court the offending players
Will offer
up their hands in prayers
The
slightest touch on any spot
And they go
down like they’ve been shot
They lead
with arms and tackle late
And hope their
foe retaliate
Victories
are always tinged with shame
When they
could light up the beautiful game
