The Goal That’s Never Seen
They cheer the name before the game,
the brother’s brother takes the field.
The rest play well, their skill the same,
but fate’s already been sealed.
The gifts are passed in quiet ways,
a handshake, promise, knowing smile.
The worthy wait through endless days,
their merit lost in someone’s file.
The ball still rolls, the crowd still roars,
yet justice sits outside the gate.
True talent knocks on unseen doors,
while favour walks in dressed as fate.
And still we watch, with bitter view -
football returns to days we knew.
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