An Ode to Omar Bugiel

Ode-mar Bugiel

One hundred and forty-two times did he rise,
The bandaged hand a flag we came to know.
From Sutton's team he came to claim the prize,
Of Franchise blood, spilled wherever he would go. 

Eight thousand plus minutes, each one his own,
Twenty-eight goals and twenty-one cards.
The xG said nineteen point nine alone;
And with many a centre back Omar sparred.

Three Movembers grown across his face,
A Capricorn, who never sought the light.
He gave the cause more sweat, and earnt his place,
He played for the badge and gave it all his might.

The contract ends. The statement, the goodbye. 
The bandage leaves too. We never knew why.