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ROLL UP-ROLL UP-IT'S THE HOME OF AMERICAN SOCCER by Ashton, Darryl
THE WORLD OF UK FOOTBALL - AND USA SOCCER by Ashton, Darryl
ALEKSANDR ORLOV AND SERGEI - PLAY MEERKAT SOCCER by Ashton, Darryl
USA WOMENS NATIONAL SOCCER TEAM by Williams, Marilyn
America and England Soccer by Horn, James
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THE CLOSING CHALLENGES OF THE ENGLISH FOOTBALL-SOCCER PREMIER LEAGUE

THE CLOSING SEASON OF WORLD FOOTBALL



The football season is
closing, and the teams
are doing battle,
Some are fighting 
relegation - some are
hoping for promotion.
All over Europe - be it
France, Spain or 
Germany, 
Even in Italy - they
start their football
journey.

The highs and lows
of the football clubs,
Some are celebrating
in the pubs.
but some are in tears
as they face their
greatest fears,
Being relegated - it all
ends up in tears.

In Europe and beyond - 
football is the game,
In America they also
play it - soccer is the
name.
For every man wants
to be a brilliant football
star,
And if they do keep
on winning - they head 
straight to the bar!

And let's not forget
the managers - who
really are stressed out.
Constantly making
their decisions - even
if in doubt.
The fans too play a big
part - they cheer their
team to win.
And then they go to
the bar - for a swift
large tasty GIN!

I have NO doubt that
in my mind the game
is all about money.
And the English Premier
League - is the league 
of milk and honey.
It is were the money 
is - and every team
wants to be there.
But you really have to
be brilliant - the money
is the lure!

There is great wealth
in the football game - 
this is oh so true,
There's a lot of 
entertainment - for me 
and for you.
The season is a long 
one - and players do
get injured.
But they always do 
recover - and play on
so unhindered!

So, who will be promoted?
and who will be relegated?
The moment of truth is
closing in - it soon will be
decided.
Good luck to all the teams
who are fighting for their
lives,
Always have faith - and
say a prayer - and you
may get a nice surprise!

Good luck to everyone of
you - I mean that all so
true.
There are quite a few clubs
struggling - but soon you'll
feel brand new!
The end of the season is
fast approaching - let the
battle now commence.
The joys of 'WORLD FOOTBALL' 
- is full of excitement and
suspense. 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

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The Beautiful Game

The Beautiful Game

Stepping on the field
This belongs to me
It is where
I am in control.

Long before I came here
I have prepared for this day
I reach down
Pluck the grass from the earth
Feel the energy of the moment

Nothing else matters now
It’s only about this
This is the beginning 
The beginning of something great

Walk to the centerline
Turn and view the pitch.
The others who stand with me
In this battle 
Prepared for what is to come.

I see the same in them
As I feel
No one else understands 
They cannot share this 

This is our fight
It is our moment
It is what we know
What we live for

The whistle sounds
 Ball advances
It has begun

The Beautiful Game


Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2013

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The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
They'll make the 'magic' that's on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.



Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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The Game of Soccer

THE GAME OF SOCCER!

Stadium overcrowded by 
hooligans and fans
Cheering waving flags and 
clapping their hands

Players on the field they’re 
ready to start
There goes the whistle it pumps 
up their hearts

Adding strength to the ball and 
kicking it high
The ball travels overhead how 
beautiful it can fly

Over center field and still it 
goes strong
Pass received with ease and the 
player runs long

There he goes for his 
opponents goal
He dribbles through each player 
he’s on a roll

He takes the shot and curves it 
by
The keeper dives for it far and 
high

The goalie misses it the balls in 
the net
There’s a moment of silence 
and no regrets

The winners jump for joy that 
win was a must
Opponents heads tilt down low 
they leave in disgust

A player’s life fulfilled is playing 
world class
To be playing all year long on 
the rich green grass

Play with heart, that’s the real 
answer
Of how to play the true game of 
soccer


Copyright © jeffery Ferrell | Year Posted 2013

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Soccer

I play keeper very fine.
When the ball comes it’s all mine.
Bam!! Goes the ball off the pole.
I just saved another goal.
Whack!!  The ball has been shot.
It comes to me and I’ve caught.
You can try and try and try.
You will never get the ball by.


Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013

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Soccer

The soccer ball thy shall kick to that place
where there is a net hung on the crossbar.
Thy shall play hard with my power and pace.
I take that free kick and score from afar.

Forwards and midfields need a lot of speed.
Without strength the body will take its toll.
There is one more thing these players will need.
The desire to shoot and score the goal!

The goalkeeper has to be very tall
to keep the ball out and to save the game.
He will need to get up fast if he falls.
The goalies job will always be the same.

As you can see soccer can be real tough.
To play you need to be quick or real buff.


Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2014

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Cristiano Ronaldo

Came to Manchester United as an 18 year old
With a lot of potential and talent to use
Back then you were just a cocky showboat
But you practised everyday and had the right attitude

Your determination, passion and desire
To keep improving has to be admired
Sir Alex Ferguson said you’re the most talented player he’s ever had 
And you said he was like your football dad

You amaze us all with your skills and tricks
You get frustrated at yourself for any shot you miss
In my eyes you will be the greatest ever
Thank you for all the memories you gave us in Manchester

You never hid the fact it was your goal to be the best
Well you’ve achieved that
I remember when I cried when you left
Us for Madrid, hopefully one day you will be back

People call you “arrogant” because of your desire to be the greatest
But you’re humble as you do a lot for charity and people who need it
You even paid 50k out of your own money for a child’s cancer treatment
You wanted to be the best and you’ve achieved it

Each year you just keep getting better
And continue to amaze me
Most football fans consider you one of the greatest ever
Thank you for all the inspiration you have gave me

As a kid you hit a teacher with a chair because she made fun of your Portuguese accent
You were constantly told you wouldn’t make it as a footballer
Now it’s you who’s laughing
Anytime people told you, you couldn’t, you stood taller

Last night you won your third ballon D’or
Giving us football fans a lot of moments of heaven
In almost every match you score
You will always be the best Cristiano Ronaldo 7 


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

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The Big Game

The Big Game
It was that day When I was afraid. But became the man with all of my fans. I remember my fist goal that hit one of the poles. It was an one of those moments to say I wasn't broken. I brought all my skills in my grill. I bring it to my games so I can win the fame. Ever since I knew something. I was SoccerBorn.


Copyright © Mario Marin | Year Posted 2014

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Soccer

I finally have my soccer ball;
I've spent hours working on my ball control.
This sport, I enjoy it;
It feels good to finally try it.





©2012 Honestly JT


Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

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Soccer

I love Soccer with a passion 
The game is rough
Skills are required
You play with your feet not with your hands
You do long kicks to make you close to scoring
You can score with your feet or your head
The goalie uses his hands to prevent scores
The sport is popular around the world
Every four years the World cup is played
Players represent the country they love
Fans travel from around the world to support their country
The crowd goes wild when a goal is scored and the players celebrate
The commentator yell's out the sound of........Gooooooooool!!!!!



Copyright © Arty Rico Jones | Year Posted 2014

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Soccer-No greater Sport

I grabbed my shin guard and boot
And head out with my team unto the pitch
The crowd goes wild, old and young, all hooting
The horns of the cars and the vuvuzela’s all tooting
Super Sports, Sky Sports, BBC and ESPN- all reporting 
 
 The game kicks off, Tony in post
Anchored by Fish, Tuga, Razak and Bruce
 Pirlo on the left, Tsidi in the middle, Speelo on the right
Saviola, Siyabonga and Blagodzi will be at the fore-front of the fight
Souls wrestle for supremacy, the crowd still alive and sparkling all night

Go Mighty Panda! Go Mighty Panda!!
The away crowd in purple, black and Green cheers wildly 
Referee whistles for a foul and issues Tuga his second yellow
Two yellow cards means an automatic sending off of Tuga, my fellow
Down by a man yet not giving up, Coach makes a substitution as Noni comes on for Speelo

We’re taking things cool and calm
The opposition getting frustrated after 80 minutes
My teammates attacking and defending with an irresistible power 
As the pendulum of action swings from one tower to the other tower
I took the game into my own hands and blast a ‘gargo’ shot in the eleventh hour


The home crowd goes silent
The 40,000 hooting crowd goes quiet
That thunderbolt from Siyabonga won us the cup
When the game is over the wining team gets a thump up
The losing team goes home to prepare for next season and to get fired up

The Poet Preacher © 2013


Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

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Soccer Star

From the moment your foot first touched the ball
The look on your face said it all. 
This is what you were born to do.
Growing up, you would continue to play, you just knew
Soccer wouldn't be ready for you.


Year passed, and so did you, as you became a star.
The training you've had would take you far.
How far you asked? Championship Game, here you came.
With a minute left, you shot the ball hard and upset.
But luckily, Whoosh! The ball exploded into the net.


Copyright © Sydney Bates | Year Posted 2015

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World Cup 2014

Pain in Spain
Bland England
Shame in the game
Who do you blame
When your approach is lame
Three lions or three blind mice?
I wonder


Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014

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The Football Manager

Translating ideas through energetic muscles and calculative minds is his doing knowledgeable tricks and wise options converted to the physical for the honour and glory is his aim. The one at the top of the chain possesses his own repertoire. A personality with tactical onus is the one and only expectation. Catastrophic it is; when such a charisma is tempered with An effective philosophy gives him fame but ambiguity in strategy wins the point a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette a loss- he treats so diabolical. Every attack is a litmus test mental kunfu blended naturally with physical dynamism in display closing down angles, tight markings speed injection, courage cultivation, identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons, massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters all for a harvest of victory coming from the equations of his thoughts watered by distinctive motivational skills. A team player who's always outside the line The football Manager is he!


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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THE FALL

its season for this reason
frist  break
of school new take
mabe  you catch wall ball
THIS IS
THE FALL


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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THE SOUL OF A FOOTBALLER

The passion that is stashed 
inside the core of his soul.
When the lightning spark of his foot
walloped and whisked the ball ,
His efforts led its way towards the awaiting goal.
Its swift manoeuvre captured a thousand eyes.
which is cached in the practice of future minds.
That movement is encapsulated in soccer's history
by the cherished ideals of football glory.
Pele's refined finesse and Ronaldo's prowess as a footballer.
Maradona: "THE GOLDEN BOY" with the dancing ball
and Messi : "THE ATOMIC FLEA" 
whose spirit taught him to succeed.
The forever illuminated faces whose endeavor will never die.
How will you know if you never even try.
Tread inside the HEART of a FOOTBALLER.
and thou will understand: When he wins a match
WHY DO TEARS APPEAR.

BECAUSE FOOTBALL IS NOT JUST A BALL...


Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015

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How Important Can a Soccer Game Be

How Important Can a Soccer Game Be?


By Elton Camp


What recently happened in Egypt is an extreme example
But evidence of violence at soccer games is fully ample

Reports of such sports violence by fans is nothing new
But that seventy people were killed is shockingly true

Fans of the losing team out onto the field did stream
Used sharp objects, rocks metal pipes and did scream

Police or security forces were nowhere to be seen
To control those fans so violent, cruel and mean

Some Egyptians feel that the fight as actually a plan
So those who displease the authorities they can ban

What really happened, we may never come to know
But it is a disgrace when things like this become so 



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2012

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Spirit of Sport

Spirit of Sport It was that one day Where the team can't play Then you join To score a point You start to celebrate But then you just get baked But then the game changes U join the game And loose all the shame U dont earn the fame Although it can be tamed Then move your foot And be able to shoot You tame the fame And win the game Don't think of it Just do it.


Copyright © Mario Marin | Year Posted 2014

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WORLD CUP

Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!









Copyright © joyce wolayo | Year Posted 2014

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I'm the Power Player

10
I sprint as I cry in pain
Coach yells, “ RUN, PASS, SCORE”
9
Blocking out all the screaming
And the chaotic noises
8
From the sidelines
I dash through five tough defenders
With everything that I have got
7
Out of breath I devour the last of energy 
I can use to score the winning goal
6
Ball zigzags in between my bright orange cleats
As I fly through many obstacles that 
Get in my way
5
Five seconds left in the game
Will it make it in I think as my fingers are crossed
4
All the pressure is on that ball and I
As it soars over the field where I am myself and
Flies to high for the other team players to get
3
The ball tears through the goalie's gloves.
 No one can drop the confidence level I have just received 
2
The ball collides against the net, and I have caught a joyous victory
That exact moment pays up for the backbreaking, painstaking work I've put in
With every goal I score, I rule the world
1
That’s why I am the Power Player of the team
I don’t give up because I’m all determination 
For my love of Soccer


Copyright © Sudha Rose | Year Posted 2014

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The World Cup

The world's abuzz with soccer
Though I couldn't give a hoot.
I wouldn't even have a clue
For which team I should root.

The bars are packed with rousing fans;
I don't begrudge their cheers,
But I prefer a tennis match
To savor with my beers.

I'd also watch the Yankees play
'Cause baseball's what I know,
Though baseball-haters claim the game's
Inordinately slow.

So while the teams do battle
With the World Cup as the prize,
I'll find a book or other show
To occupy my eyes.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2014

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Ronaldo and Messi

The two greatwst footballers of this generation
I'm sick of seeing people constantly compare them both
they are equally great and both deserve our appreciation
I'm still amazed at the amount of records they've broke

it's not about who's best it's who you like more
no one is ready to challenge them for the Ballon D'or
Messi has stayed loyal to Barcelona ans his record is hard to believe
Ronaldo has proved himself in the two hardest leagues

Abusing one cause you like the other is embarrassing
a lot of people call Ronaldo Arrogant
but they have arrogance confused with his desire to be the best
should he be hated for having that desire inside of his chest?

People keep saying they both need to win a world cup
Ronaldo has more internet followers cause he's the one girls love
they're the two greatest of this generation this is not debatable
their football talents are unmistakable

one day they'll retire and hat-tricks will become the highlight of a players season
rather than to be expected every game
stop comparing them, there's no reason
they're equally great and their records won't be matched again


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

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A Prayer of a Footballer

O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
 Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name 

Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall

Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me

Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe

When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game” 

And surely victory, glory and goodness 
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.


Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2014

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RONALDO

R eally is número uno

O riginal R9

N othing less than the best

A thletic, skillful with speed, Haile Supreme

L egend of all legends

D one it all won it all

O fenomeno

 

©Copyright August 18, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

 

 

"Tribute to the best player the world have seen"


Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander | Year Posted 2014

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The Beautiful Game

I hate soccer I hate it so much I don’t call it football I call it soccer,
It is a pointless boring game involving no impressive skill or reward,
An exhausting inane farce that distracts millions from reality,
I hate the English; I hate them so much I call them stupid peasants,
Angry, hateful, mostly retarded fools, who are utterly enslaved by their government, 
Ignorant of the facts, they are not free or strong, coward thugs protected by their enslavement,
Ancient tribes once roamed those beautiful isles, each with its own shamanic tradition,
Each with its own herb lore, astrological systems, martial, music, sculptural and visual arts,
Each with its own deep mystical language with roots into the fabric of creation,
Destroyed and overtaken by poisoned humans who were consumed by ego and greed,
Languages and traditions destroyed and replaced by a fake slave language and a fake slave religion.
All of Northern Europe was conquered but nowhere so badly retarded as England and from there it spread.
The scourge eventually destroyed all free peoples of the world even the Native American’s and Tibetans.
And soccer embodies the stupidity of the enslaved, a twisted treat for the cowed masses.


Copyright © Steve Humphries Artist | Year Posted 2014