Nervous
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As I call for the ball,
My legs are shaking even more,
I dribble the ball as I run
And the sound of my tum
Goes numb.
People are scoring,
And the crowd it is roaring,
As the ball now comes my way.
I loudly shout ‘Get out of the way.’
Here I go, I’ve never scored yet,
I hope and I pray that this is my day,
YES,YES, the ball’s in the net!
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