In a brief dalliance from my obsession with Brazil, I took it upon myself to put pen to paper (or rather, fingertips to keys to word processor) over the Luis Suárez/Patrice Evra affair. The result won't tell you anything you don't already know. But it does rhyme, which is something.
The poem has been published by the utterly bewitching Run of Play (which recently moved from one corner of the internet to another). To read it, click here.