I get fouled outside the box
20m from goal
My hamstring goes cold
I say I’m too old to fold
I get up, the defender gets yellow
I’m trying to make the top corner scream out
“Hello”
Thoughts pass through my mind
I’m think I’m doing fine
But that bump to my head has me losing track of time
I think back to the days
Of my anger filled phrase
And how the rock music plays
and the different shades of greys
But now things have changed
Not playing the same games
Not calling the same names
Not wanting the same fames
Snap back to time
The whistle has blown
The cannon called my right leg
Loosens all my bones
The ball does curl
Just under the bar
I celebrate the goal
Right now I’m a star
I’m running…..
Glad for the chance to dance
I dodged the lance
Now I tighten my pants
Chill wit musicians from France
No chance for a first glance
Just keep the shots on goal so the goal keeper is frustrated
Like if he’s in a nest of ants
Dribble pass the defence stance
They’re about as still as plants
Manager rants
Drowned out by chants
I’m like a dog thirsty for a chance
So I pant
My team takes advantage of every chance
And we shutdown chances
Our goalie’s name is Chance
And the captain has a mean shot like a loan shark who is searching for his grants
Don’t think its easy and will go over well
My step-overs like crossovers
Make you feel like you’re playing on a frozen lake in hell
The ice starts to melt and turn to gel
Hear the bell
The glass shatters and I am through
Ran out of stoppage time
I can relax like “phew”
These lines o mine
No need to analyze
Just needed extra time
For a little exercise