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Acording to Chat GPT (which thought he was still at Werder Bremen):

 

"Lines on the Pitch"

by Nick Woltemade’s Feet

 

I write not with pen, but with pressure and pace,
With a drop of the shoulder, I carve out my space.
On grass-bound parchment, defenders I turn,
Each flick a stanza, each sprint a burn.

 

My meter is measured in meters run,
My rhyme in the rhythm of goals I’ve spun.
A backheel is a comma, a volley—exclaim!
My boots spell stories in the heat of the game.

 

Where others see tactics, I see a line—
To be danced on, not crossed, in tempo, in time.
I chip and I feint, my verses unfold,
In stadiums echoing legends retold.

 

When final whistle writes the last refrain,
The scoreboard holds my fleeting gain.
But rewind the tape, and you might just see
A poem etched in motion — by number 29’s feet.

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9 hours ago, Cf said:

There's just something so unnatural looking about someone of his size having such control.

Come watch the Lockwood Cup. Littered with giants with the touch of an angel :lol:

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"Could Liverpool say to the Premier League 'Look we've spent all of this money and they've turned out to be a dud. Let us have the player Newcastle spent our money on'. No seriously hear me out"

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