Ode to our Wazza

Dear Lord, please let our talisman shine
Shield him from injuries of the metatarsal variety
Protect 'that knee', 'that ankle' and 'that groin'
Allow for his deftness of touch and unblinking eye for goal
Find him the space in which to be audacious, creative and glorious
Celebrate with us his brute strength and single-minded determination
Shower him with 'net-busters' and in doing so, show him the path to the golden boot
And yet lead him calmly from the temptation of the red card and the mindless two-footed lunge
And placate his tempestuous mind and vociferous tongue where referees are concerned
But most of all please Lord, let it not go to penalties...