The Wall
He is the row locker that holds the bridge
He is the Bison that carries the load from the deck
A wall that resists oppositions, guards them in check
It’s been build to shield the back four
And plastered to cover up loopholes
He is hard and strong, José’s goal
This is the wall reinforced by José
His work-rate is breathtaking like wild horses
His presence is haunting to opposing forces
The fulcrum upon which the system revolves
Anchored at either end of the bridge
Is a wall that stabilizes a moving ridge
He takes up knocks and blows
Yet, never crumble to the ground
This is the wall that essentially runs around
He is a Mourinian, the rediscovered wall
Opposing forces hit the wall and bounced off
Ooops! “He hit my wall”, José scoff
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