In the cemetery of football lie
Hieronymus Bosch expressions,
like the devil arguing
with de Boer and de Wolf.
In P.S.V. land,
the statue of Mr. Philips
flicks the ball like a switch,
when no-one is looking.
A flat Brabant back-four
can turn as a windmill
weaving circles,
waving rattles in the air.
A strong bright Orange
in Vincent's palette,
spreading to all corners of the frame,
from Munich to Buenos Aires
with Cruyff and Arie Haan,
painting goals of fire
with great technique
that somehow go beyond
the normal dribbling and trapping.
Just around the cornerflag,
in the Green Gallery,
a new English School emerges
from an apprenticeship
with Bergkamp and Gullit.
After centuries as an art form,
these young Vermeers
are painting in light -
and a very thick gloss
şair burada diyor ki:
cruyff ve arie haan,
golleri ateşle boyuyor,
top sürüyor aşırtıyor,
müthiş bir teknikle,
ve bazen de ötesinde...
şairlerin bile dikkatini çekmiş adam, gerçi şiir hollanda futboluna seslenmiş ama olsun.
