Bosnich & I (a poem for Mr Farina)
We’re the same height
One-sixty-eight-odd
Small for goalkeepers
I take what I will
Amateur, untested
In the Sunday league
Fish and chips
Before the match
Like Alf Tupper
Ale and tokes
Beer and smokes
On the park with the blokes
We take what comes
Bodies on, and off, the line
And bugger-all thanks
He loses everything
I go on, starting
This spring
See the talent
Not the stuff
Mark was and is
Always enough
For Australia
Forget the failure
It’s part of the job