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The Beautiful Game

Tom Griffin

Sunday, July 8th, 2012

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s the World Cup final, three lions on my chest,
Hopes and prayers of a nation to erase decades of pain,
England prays for a hero to leap from the rest,
I look up to the crowd, who are shouting my name,

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There’s no time to pause, for we’re nearing the end,
There must be a hero! But who will it be?
Into the last minute, desperation descends,
On the edge of our box, the ball comes to me,

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It feels like slow motion, is it my time to shine?
St George, Bobby Moore look down from the heavens,
No one can stop me now, for this ball is mine,
One last defender before me, but stop me he’ll never,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I’m 30 yards out and they’re closing me down,
It’s now or never as I shoot for the game,
Time slows even further as the ball leaves the ground,
Keeper full stretch, his efforts in vain,

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The ball clips the bar, but then it goes in,
This was my destiny, forever England’s hero!
My team mates run to me, their leader, their captain,
I fall to the floor, I was the hero!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 My heart is still racing, tears of joy in my eyes,
As I wake from this dream I’ve had so many times,
Handed down from my father when we played on the lawn,
A dream I’ll still have when I can no longer walk,

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The maker of legends, it’s the beautiful game,
From boys in the school yard, to stadia worldwide,
For the passion, the pain, the joy and the fame,
This dream that consumes me will never leave my side.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-beautiful-game-10/