501. Poem by Jaden Knight

501.



He was their last remaining hope
when he ran onto the field in the rain
his team losing 4-0 and down to ten men
as the whistle sounded for half time

With him they still had a chance of a draw
with his superb scoring record
time to prove the manager wrong
with some top quality finishing

10 minutes in to the second half
the ref's whistle screams for a foul
after he'd gone in late on their keeper
he doesn't even look up at the ref
as the red card is shown

He trudges slowly off the pitch
hanging his head in shame
the deluge hiding his tears of despair
any chance of an equaliser has been washed away in the rain

His moment of stupidity cost his side dearly
as he would be suspended for the deciding games
he had been their only remaining hope
of any chance of a trophy
and he failed them completely

Thursday, December 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: football
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