Uncle Kev

[brynmawr1]

Uncle Kev  (edit 1, Bryn and TB)

we loved watching him

his thin, white, muscular legs
racing down the pitch

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

(I'm concussed just thinking about it)

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

everyone shouting, "Get in!, Get in! "
everyone shouting
everyone

Hi Tiger,
I like the change for the first line. Fits the poem better IMHO.  'Slippery' works for me.  I might cut the 'and', maybe not.    My only other suggestion would be to change 'shouting' to 'cheering'.  Again, fits the tone better for me.  It's a more than a nice poem and a great tribute to your uncle.
bryn