World Cup

The year was 1998, five years into my program Summer came around, the world cup is on For almost 4 weeks in the row, every afternoon We met in a friend’s apartment, with ESPN We usually parked the car on the street The open door on the second floor welcome us The game is about to start We are ready for a good time We have a few minutes to compare notes On the matches of the day World cup comes around once every four years During my graduate study this is the second time Last world cup was in 1994 When the tragic Roberto Baggio missed the glory And the penalty kick on American soil This world cup is different The team to watch is England With Michael Owen and David Backham Always a contender, seldom prevail This time could be their turn After all the bitter disappointment I remember my first brush with the world cup All the way to the summer of 1982 A golden boy, Rossi helps Italy beat Brazil The team of Zico and the great Socrates Then four years later in Mexico City Diego Maradona showed the hand of god As his rolled across the field like a blue thunder We watched in disbelief, joy and wonder Another year of world cup is just Around the corner The world has gone to a mad house With war, fire and hunger Will there be a temporary fix To the chaos we are in As we once again Glue to the screen, window to a fantastic, fantasy land