The beautiful game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You have the passion, the belief.
With your back against the wall,
With your chest puffed out and standing tall.
Be it a muddy Sunday on the playing field,
Or giving your all, battling away, at Anfield,
There’s still that age old pride- that passion, that belief.
Who’s your hero, your icon?
Pele, Moore, Liniker?
We are footballers all the same-
Some with power, money, fame.
Others, simply the love for the game,
All have that magic, that spark that sets you alight-
Come the day, come the night.



This is what i think football is all about, I did it as a spare of the moment thing- I don’t normally write poems and the ryhming scheme is a bit dodgy but there’s a mesage there.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-beautiful-game-6/