jose paragallo


Soccer Fights - Poem by jose paragallo

It was a super sunny day, everyone was sweating, we were all tired. I was playig left mid with only 2 minutes left in the game. We were up 3 - 0 and the other team was really mad they started kicking us and pushing and shoving but we were just laughing at them which made them even more mad when the other teams forward num.11 attacked our goalie we all went crazy. Everybody attacked a player there was noone that didn't have an opponent that they had to fight. Noone could break the fight up. There were punches, kicks and throwing. Even the parents were into it. The taste of blood and mud, yuck. The sound of screaming " HOP OFF".
I remember getting tackled but I did not fall, as soon as I finished beating up my enemy I look up and see a whole army of cops, people getting tackled here and there. Such chaos should never exist.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2012



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