Starting to Play Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The thing that pleases me the most,
And I am somewhat loathe to boast,
Is how we spray the ball around
In all four corners of the ground.
One touch football at its best
Has left this cynic most impressed.
From deep defence, we break at speed,
When suddenly a player’s freed,
And everyone with speed of thought
Is up there offering support.
A Beckham cross, a short, sharp pass –
There’s times we’re in a different class.
Not only that, but as we gel,
We’re starting to win games as well.


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