The Game

The whistle goes and the crowd roars, I hope that my team is the first to score. Everyone has a song to sing, As the ball flashes past to our man on the wing. How can the players run so fast, Adn to keep on running until the last. From a throw in you can almost touch your favourite, But he is concetrating and won't notice even a little bit. Then the number 10 steals a yard, He strikes the ball so sweet and so hard, Right into the top corner where you can see the net ripple. There's a sudden pause then the crowd all cheer, the players hug and they go flying by, The emotions so strong I have seen grown men cry!