Diego!
The sheer impudence
to be so feared and yet so small,
to smuggle your hand to the ball
and steal a goal from those who’ve stolen pieces
of history, land and language,
to turn then like a cornered cat,
striding balletic from your own half
past sweaty Englishmen
in the scorn of the Mexican sun,
to ghost the ball to the net again,
chest-proud at the thing you’ve done.