The Penalty Taker

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s nothing quite like it
The roar of the crowd
The scent of victory in the air
The tense expectation of glory
As I place the ball on the spot
Walk imperious as ever to the ball
With my back to the goal
No emotion
No eyes that catch
The whistles of derision
Occupy no place in my sphere
I offer a quick prayer unrehearsed
But heartfelt
Then picking my spot
I make my move…

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