Poetry in sports

Rob Hughes on Sergio Agüero:

There is poetry in sports when a man moves the way that Agüero can: plucking the ball out of the air with his right foot, feigning to shoot and then, as opponents cluster around him, flicking the ball to his other foot and shooting deftly.

If there's poetry here, what poem is it? As an Argentine, perhaps Agüero was reciting Borges:

Now he is invulnerable like the gods.

Or perhaps he prefers Ernesto Cardenal:

His dishes and cups are of silver, bordered with gold

With his crest upon them. 

 Or Gabriela Mistral:

Even the dust of the highway

Keeps the scent of your footprints.