Uncle Kev

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Uncle Kev

my first memory;

his thin white muscular legs,
running

a rain-sopped #5 leather football
no one would dare play with today

(I'm concussed just thinking about it)

a curled corner
and a diving header
into the summer slop
and into the back of the net

everyone shouting, "Get in!"
everyone shouting
everyone

Bryn has already said most of the important things.  I'd just add my agreement that first line could be cut, use dribbling instead of running, and the fade out at the end is wonderful and exactly how a dream memory fades away.  I don't have a problem with nrxt to last stanza, lines don't seem extra to me.