Sunday League

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 World class saves in an empty park,
Gruelling practice after dark
In the cold and in the wet
All to keep the ball out of the net.
We’re not getting money, we do it for pride,
for not giving nobody an easy ride,
we do it all to be top of the league,
to score those goals and not concede.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sunday-league-3/