Net to net rolls the ball
with the feet fast they scroll
the kicks find the bar too small
too hard to score a goal!
Sweats it out the forward
saves it tough the one at back
like a fort he must guard
not allow a crack!
On the grass no guide or map
rely on footwork skill
pierce the defense find the gap
go for the lethal kill!
The ball if once finds the net
stop breath a million soul
mourns the side in sealed fate
the air is rend with GOAL! ! ! !
FIFA 2014 fever grips the Bong.. he longs for the tickle under his feet.. the slender green grass underneath.. the kick of the ball high in the air .. or the dribble for which he knows he has a flair.. those men in blue, those men in whites.. who thump their chests when the angle's offside.. or when the kick meets the bar yet again they have to manoeuvre through the defence, crack the maze correctly gauge the distance of the bars perfect timing is what makes the stars who invent a new way to celebrate.. each time they manage to navigate.. into the goal's mouth.. a million voices unanimously shout - GOAL! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this poem is good hey