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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.

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