My Last Soccer Game

Now my head hangs in defeat

Adidas boots, along with black and white ball The age old sport of soccer, a team player, I love this game, dream this game, practice Every spare minute, I’m the team’s goal slayer.

I race down the street, the ball rolling in time A tap with my left foot, then a tap with my right, Rounding the corner, anticipated excitement As the professional soccer field comes into sight.

I know it’s late, the sky around me pitch black I didn’t really expect the lights to be a-blazing, In fact, the sight meeting my eyes is perfection The ball spinning across the field, it’s amazing.

I head towards the centre, pretending I’m famous A swerve or two, a race down the field to the goal, I line it up and score as the ball flies into the net Certain I hear the roar of the fans, I miss the pole.

I throw my hands in the air, bowing to the crowd As I ease the ball back to the field’s centre zone, I face off to the challengers, as I win the ball again Scoring another goal as the other team groans.

If only this was true and not my imagination As my dream to be the best ever soccer player, I hear the noise around me, the field’s in light My future career as a well known ballplayer.

I spin in a circle, caught up in my day dreaming Accepting the accolade as they scream my name, I bow and grin, while my feet juggles that ball Until it disappeared, booted by a foot in flames.

I stand still totally shocked, did that just happen As I search for the ball now at the opposing goal, It’s glowing a brilliant white, lighting the surrounds I turn to tell the player, that’s my ball you stole.

Only there’s no one there, not a person in sight Just this solo foot, flaming in an Adidas shoe, A foot covered in white, with three black stripes I’ve got to still be dreaming or I’m insane too.

No, it’s there in front of my eyes, moving away As it follows the trail of the bright glowing ball, I move to intercept it and slowly gain the lead As the competition becomes a fast free-for-all.

Over the next hour or so, we flew around the oval That flaming foot, giving me a run for my money, As we played in all seriousness, determined to win I’ll not be beaten by a foot, that’s not at all funny.

But maybe it’s time for me to hang up my dreams As that flaming, glowing foot was too good to beat, I headed on home, my heart irreparably broken A foot, can you believe, as I hang my head in defeat.

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