The Goal

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A savage head-butt has reduced them to ten.
Injury time, scores are all square, when
you dispossess their centre forward in the centre circle

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 and run
directly at
the defence.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The goal-
keeper rushes
from his line,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 prompting a sublime chip from all of twenty-
yards; right foot stabbing the ball gently
with the precision of a Phil Mickelson wedge.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Once it’s left your boot, the frames move more slowly.
White orb hanging in mid-air for an age,
teaming up with the sun to highlight his despairing face,
as the ball sails straight over his head.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Back of the Net! Bottom right-hand corner;
instantly you know you’ll never score one sweeter



A poem in commemoration of the best goal I ever scored.
A feeling like no other

Editor Note: A big welcome to Football Poets Chris.More please!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-goal-3/