The Worst Jewish Under 10s Football Team in the World

There is a blissful dizziness

in exploring the exotic score lines

-- 25-0, 20-0, 19-1 --

when even the concept of defeat or victory

or time itself

peels free of its designation

and we are not so much playing the opposition

as ourselves in different stripes.

What is the keepy-uppy

but a longing for weightlessness?

What is the keeper's away kit

but a psychoactive glitch?


And when, at season's end,

they come to us with the sportsmanship award

and pray the miracle of close control

descends on our back four,

we shall smile and access the serenity

available to those who've watched the referee lose count.