His Passion Poem by nicholas boateng

A whistle blown as down he went
An enemy had done that, whom he never knew
A scarlet shown and away an opponent goes in shame
To walk he cannot and to run, time to come

On the pitch he gets hurt
His bone greatly hurting and every muscle with pain
The joy in him, no pain ever too strong
"When shall I recover", he prays, to the green turf?
"Yet again will I score more great goals"

To play on the old fields of Trafford
And by the bridge of Stanford
To play with the red devils and against the white angels
Just to hear the cops cheer and scream his name
"d'nho! d'nho! ! d'nho! ! ! '"
The love he feels, the love never given
His passion in all of life unfold

to ronaldinho, best ever!