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Among Friends

Dark angles running in,
and the ball arching spasmodic:
here, to where the knee should be,
but air, or there, in front of the head,
where now? Behind? Or, askance —
isometric?
I cannot have fallen out with the ball?!
We've been friends through it all!

But the truth stands in front of us,
sometimes by the mirrorside,
sometimes in front of 67,000 Mancunians,
with an open goal,
the ball snarking wide,
and nowhere but a mask to hide.
Can you get inside your head,
when your head's inside a mask?