Robot Soccer Statue

Transparent feeble holes,
Briefly the rusty eyes gaze at me.
Bang!
It smashes to the vast wall,
As hard as shining armour.
I feel miserable.

Rusty, running robot racing to the soccer ball.
Silver bolts get loose.
A massive bolt sits on the wobbly head.
Waiting to be drilled.
I feel dreadful.

The robot reminds me of the early 90s.
It backflips into the air like an acrobat.
Its Tin Man from The Wizard Of Oz.
Skinny short arms.
My precious soccer robot.