Pitch Invasion 029: “Iniestazo”
1 min readMay 25, 2016
Chelsea were warned,
but there’s only so much you can do against invisible storms.
Watch him roar as he soars away,
The only hurricane who howls after he strikes.
Most typhoons tell you when they’re about to attack,
Slamming windows and tearing up trees all the way to your final third:
But Iniesta’s the most polite kind of plague,
No fiery hail or boiling sky:
He arrives as Sunday morning mist, that gentlest of things,
Then kills and twists away,
shirt whipping through glorious wind.
