The Run of Play is a blog about
the wonder and terror of soccer.
We left the window open during a match in October 2007 and a strange wind blew into the room.
Now we walk the forgotten byways of football with a lonely tread, searching for the beautiful, the bewildering, the haunting, and the absurd.
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And for Accounting Purposes, My Name Is Ronaldo “Ronaldinho Gaucho” de Assís Moreira
No One Is Being Called a Queen in This Argument
Frank Lampard, Contemplative, Dines on the Deck of His Yacht
When he breathes in the steam from his pasta
In the cool Amalfitana Costa
Does he think, “To live here
I can’t wait one more year”?
Or, “Mourinho! Piantala! Basta!”
Cristiano Among the Philosophers
In the clear light of reason, to weigh all,
And conclusively—brilliantly—say all,
Is a goal he can’t shake;
No one knows what’s not fake,
But he senses, he thinks, what’s not Real.
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