Football

Football By Nathan Lee Hannen I woke up on match day,The sun was gleaming bright My kit was ready, My boots were perfect and the day felt right I had always dreamt of playing in the top flight My mind was focused, My foot hit with might We were in position and ready to go, My heart pounded I glanced around at my team-mates as the whistle sounded The voices cheered as the keeper was rounded There was a deadly silence as the ball rebounded The whistle went and my heart still pounded, The feeling was sick It did appear though, that the referee had given a free kick I remembered at that moment the words of an old man with a dog and a stick Control your shot and lash the ball right The angles tight but the goals in sight When you strike that ball you will see the light I hit that ball with all my might The trajectory was perfect, Three feet high The ball moved in slow motion, The crowd emitted a sigh Was it going in or was it too high It was on its way into the sky The keeper dived high and right, The ball was in his sight I remember the old man and the angle being tight The ball flew majestically in mid-air As the crowd erupted, I knew it was there The End.