Stevie G

With ten men you had taken to field;

With the will; before a juggernaut – not to yield.

With the world’s eyes and your men’s fears;

Would you be the one to shed happy tears?

With a foot on defeat; what was your thought?

Would you be remembered for great naught?

You are a captain, you are a conductor

In history; your name has been carved forever.

Six minutes is all you needed,

To the game’s beauty you have heeded.

Words cannot explain this miracle,

for those who missed the spectacle.

Forever; Steven, you shall be remembered,

when eleven men feel surrendered.

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