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The Game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The pungent smell of ‘Deep Heat’
smacks the cold misty morning
as the 22 players
take to the field.
Two teams confronting
ready for action
who will be
the first to yield?
Muscle to muscle
Leather on leather
A win could be easy
if we all pull together.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The whistle blows,
adrenalin flows
watch out for the quick break
gotta keep on your toes.
A mixture of tactics,
skill and agility,
brain and muscle power
brought together makes poetry.
A defensive error,
the balls’ over the line
eleven dejected men
all praying for half-time.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now back to the action
second half of the game.
A quick equalizer
puts them back in the frame.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The tackle comes in
high and hard.
Tempers flare
a yellow card.
Yet another harsh challenge
an elbow in the face.
A player sent off
head bowed in disgrace.
Strong words from the bench
tension is high.
The goalkeepers’ kick
rockets the sky.
A header, a pass, a player with skill
past three defenders
he carries on, still.
Then releases his shot
like a bullet from a gun.
It screams into the net
and the game is now won.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The elation of winning,
dented pride of defeat,
shake hands now, its’ all over
until the game next week!

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-game-2/