The crowd roared
And David sank
Lower into the
Padded relaxer
That nowadays
Passed as the
Manager’s Seat.
It seemed as if his
Vertebrae had
Become gelatine.
Next to him, the
Strain of a first
Big-Time Coaching
Job made it look like
Phil had had his brains
Power-vacuumed out from
The top of his skull.
‘What do I say
To the media after
This?’, David said to
Himself, no one
Else. Round stared
At his hands.
David leaned forward
And also studied
His palms. On the
Pitch Robin blazed
Over from six yards, but
To the watching world
David didn’t appear to
Notice; ‘Phil, your
Shoe laces are untied’,
He observed.
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