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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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Dear sport people

Dear sport people, folks who love to hit and kick balls, 
You and I are different in so many ways.
I don’t need cheering applause, awards for doing my job, 
I don’t need a glorified praise.

I do the best that I can, and do it every day, 
Silently, productively, I complete my vocation.
While you do what you do, demand more than your worth,
And expect complete adulation.

Every day I grow your fresh food, or invent new vaccines, 
Or defend humans on the front line.
Whilst sport people, you think that you’re above all of that, 
Thinking you are some sort of divine.

Dear sport people, I don’t play school yard games, 
I don’t play stupid games at all when I’m at work.
If I did then I’d be shunned, I’d be shunned and then fired,
I don’t play games because I’m not a jerk. 

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016

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Sometime life is just a sport match
You can win but you can't catch
Everything we pursue is everything we must dispatch
At least we can leave anything for a simple latch
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando June 1,  2016

Copyright © hien tran | Year Posted 2016