Why I play the game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s worth the sting of losing,
and how you bruise and bleed,
worth the wind, and rain and hail,
worth sometimes having to concede.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s worth the nerves, it’s worth the pressure,
worth training in the freezing cold,
it’s even worth the penalty shootouts,
I hope I never grow too old.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For making the perfect save,
taking the ball and smashing it long,
whenever I take to the field,
that’s when I feel I belong.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Confusion over whose left and whose right,
giving the defenders stick,
messing about during shooting practice,
where wit is the only thing quick!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I hope I can play forever,
disregarding injuries I pick up,
for the sheer joy I feel between the sticks,
it beats winning every cup.



bit of sentiment there, sorry about that!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/why-i-play-the-game/