This poem originally appeared on Manny's blog
A cold and still night
A traffic filled journey
The crowds arrived late
And then South scored early
The first half a flurry
Aggressive direct
South wanted to score
Not simply protect
The half time break welcomed
By both of the teams
As the Nix clicked into gear
And South ran out of steam
They held the possession
For forty five more
The Nix with the ball
But not with much more
South held their breath
For fifty more minutes
Their small early lead
Pushed the team to their limits
And just as South’s dam
Felt destined to burst
The whistle was blown
And rewarded their work
The players collapsed
The fans on their feet
The scenes of success
Of mission complete
No more can they say
It had never been done
South played an A-League team
And somehow they won
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