• 18/07/2023
Johan Cruyff, 1974

Sonnet to a football - written by Christopher Towers

With its  pentagonal panels of black

and mystical shapes of brilliance in white,

I took my Telstar to the garden back.

I was Gerd Muller by the patio light.

Entranced with my luxurious leather,

I saw shirts of Orange and Cruyff in flight.

This spherical pearl, strong yet a feather,

consuming my world on a Sunday night.

When school beckoned in a morning cruel,

I had to part with my Telstar, my sweet.

Whilst Monday was fated, I was no fool,

dreaming of patios and a ball at feet.

With Pentagons black, with a sheen and smell,

I lived for wonder, beyond the school bell.