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Title: Victory over all Post by: Conan Darkmoon on April 05, 2007, 10:28:39 pm Ok.. this poem symbolizes the Portoguese Victory over the English during the "World Cup". Many English don't realize just how important such a victory was for my small country, you've already won a world-cup so keep an open mind and understand my hapiness at such an event :P.
Heroes of the Sea Built strong like you and me The underrated, against the best of the world. A small nation we are, one of lovers, not fighters. And believe me, neither are we spiters'. Over the lands of spain, across the Iberian Peninsula Lies a land hidden from the earth, a land of passion and joy. The Land of Portugal, when you see our flag scream "Ahoy!" For we've beaten the English in battle before, and now we fight on the field of Green, where blood, sweat and tears are just as plentiful as in battle. Tie Game! The Scourge of English arrives, armed with his golden-foot A golden smile lights his face up as he walks towards the firing squad. Glory be to the lord, glory be to Portugal he mutters under his breath, jogging towards fate. But wait! A pause! A trick, perhaps? A flash of white light, a tear flickering in the english eye. For once, Portugal will be noticed David against Goliath Sparta against Persia Portugal against England. Victory! Title: Re: Victory over all Post by: Raiden Morana on April 05, 2007, 10:35:24 pm Sounds like you enjoyed writing that mate ;)
tbh though Portugal have probably had a superior team to England for 5 or 6 years now - so not so much David against Goliath? :P Title: Re: Victory over all Post by: Conan Darkmoon on April 05, 2007, 10:36:37 pm Sounds like you enjoyed writing that mate ;) I am so glad that someone finally said that. You have no idea how many friends I have from the UK that still think portugal is a trash team. tbh though Portugal have probably had a superior team to England for 5 or 6 years now - so not so much David against Goliath? :P Title: Re: Victory over all Post by: qom_riyadh on April 06, 2007, 06:51:14 am (...) field of Green, where blood, sweat and tears are just as plentiful as in battle. (...) Tie Game! The Scourge of English arrives, armed with his golden-foot A golden smile lights his face up as he walks towards the firing squad. Great, great and great once more! You described the match like if it was a true battle! I'm not a football fan, but indeed, the poem is very good. |