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I laid down upon the shore of my bed, and dreamed of a world i set ablazed. I heard the great shouting and roaring of my name, as i kept playing the beautiful round leather game. The electrifying emotion on the pitch, and the extraordinary feeling off the pitch, Made me the best. Even when faced with a hard test, i had no option than victory, cos wen am on the pitch, i cause my opponent misery. The smooth texture of the grasses, brought me happiness from the masses. The joy of winning every match, brought even more tougher opponent attach. Every game had something to play for, and when i don't get a chance to play, makes me bore. Hearing the screeming of my name from the fans, only makes my opponent feel banes. I just want to tell the whole world, that i am the best in everything i does in the world.

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