Superliga Finals

Donovan and the PK

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the La Galaxy that day;
The score stood one to zero, with but one minute more to play,
And then when David Beckham fell first, and his ankle did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Landon Donovan could get but a whack a ball in play -
We'd put up even money, now, with Donovan attempting a pk.

But the match was in the last minute, and a loss seemed like fate,
And the Galaxy had been playing bad like a stupidity bukake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy day,
For there seemed but little chance of Donovan getting to kick a pk.

But then Chris Klein hit a bicycle kick, to the wonderment of all,
And Klein, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was the score one to one in the ninety-third.

Then from 12,500 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the Home Depot Center, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled Patrick N's dick,
For time had run out, and now the game was down penalty kicks.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the Galaxy Keeper!" shouted someone on the stand;
A miss. A make. Then suddenly, Pachuca missed with the game in hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Donovan's visage shown;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
The ref signaled to the Pachuca player, and once more the spheroid flew;
But upon the miss the Galaxy Keeper realized it's all up to you know who!

The sneer is gone from Donovan's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his lips upon his ring plates.
And now the ref holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Donovan's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere more laughing tots;
But there is no joy in L.A.—mighty Donovan has missed his shot.

Pachuca are Superliga champions: Pachuca 1 (5) - LA Galaxy 1 (4)

-In tribute to "Casey at the Bat"

RIP Antonio Puerta, 22 year old Sevilla and Spain national player, who died from three successive heart attacks.