The Beautiful Game

I just realised I never wrote about the thing I loved the most,

Its high time I raise a toast,

Toast to the beautiful game - Football

I still remember being new to the place,

Relishing the challenges I had to face,

To learn the game, to earn my name,

To make sure it became my life,

With football, I've never had any strife

The grass lush green, the smell of the field,

The running behind the ball,

The keeper's dives and fall,

All united in the love for the game,

All shooting for the goal's frame

The falling down, The coaches frown,

Getting back up on your feet,

Fans getting up from their seat,

The speed of the forward,

The elegance of the midfield,

The strength of the defence,

The fearlessness of the keeper,

It all makes up one family,

Brothers together in everything smart or silly

The feeling you get when on the field,

The passion for the game,

No other thing could yield,

It's Life's burning flame

The Ecstasy in winning, the cry of losing,

The ups and downs of the game,

The delight of reaching our aim,

The pride in claiming victory,

The feelings others cannot see,

It all makes sense,

Those 90 minutes full of suspense

The back with your name,

The front with your crest's fame,

Yet it's the team which matters the most,

It's these feelings which I host,

Football is my life,

Football my religion,

Keeping me alive,

Football is my oxygen!

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