My Last Soccer Game

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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