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The World Cup came to North America’s land,
With drums and songs from every fan.
From Mexico north to Canada’s shore,
The beautiful game arrived once more.
The world came dressed in colours bright,
Ready for football day and night.
Brazil brought rhythm, England brought cheer,
Argentina sang loud enough for all to hear.
Then from the loudspeakers, proud and proper:
“Welcome, everyone, to the Soccer World Cup!” they offered.
The crowd went silent for half a beat,
As millions shuffled in their seats.
Spain looked puzzled, France looked shocked,
And England nearly choked on its tea and scoffed.
“Soccer?” they cried. “Now that's absurd!
Football is clearly the proper word!”
The Americans smiled and answered back,
“We've called it soccer for ages, in fact.”
“But your football,” the world replied,
“Has a rather curious football side.
The players throw it, catch it, run,
Yet kicking it seems almost never done.”
The Americans paused. “Well… that's true.”
The world continued, “We're not through.
In our football, feet are the stars of the show,
That's why the name makes perfect sense, you know.
But in your football, after all that toil,
Through tackles, scrums, and flying turmoil,
After hours of crashing into one another's skulls,
And carrying the ball with hands in every rush and lull,
The ultimate prize, the moment of glory for all,
Is earning permission to finally kick the ball.”
Even some Americans had to laugh at that,
Adjusting their caps and tipping their hats.
But once the matches got underway,
The argument slowly drifted away.
A curling free kick, a last-minute goal,
Soon mattered more than the naming squabble.
For whether it's soccer or football to you,
The joy is the same when the ball flies through.
And every four years the whole world can see
Why this game inspires such unity.
Still, when the tournament reaches its stopper,
One debate survives every World Cup proper:
The trophy is golden, the champions prosper,
But almost nobody calls it soccer.
you´re saying they used cgi and didn´t just change Devon Island to Mars?!
you´re very clever, obviously
It´s better to have a gun and not need it, than needing a gun and not have it.
>and know him