Stepping on the field
This belongs to me
It is where
I am in control.
Long before I came here
I have prepared for this day
I reach down
Pluck the grass from the Earth
Feel the energy of the moment.
Nothing else matters right now
It's only about this,
This is the beginning
The beginning of something great.
Walk to the center line
Turn and view the pitch.
The others who stand with me
In this battle
Prepared for what is to come.
I see the same in them
As I feel
No one else understands
They cannot share this.
This is our fight.
It is our moment,
It is what we know
What we live for.
The whistle sounds
Ball advances
It has begun
The Beautiful Game.
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