I lay on my couch,
Brother and father beside me.
We all stare at the television
Watching 22 men all eager for one thing...
The ball.
In the background
I hear blowing horns like bothered elephants,
Loud and irritating
Bringing a sense of passion and frenzy
Into the arena.
The game starts slow,
Just playing around with each other.
A few trips and tumbles
But nothing exciting
For now.
The game starts to tune in,
Not fuzzy anymore.
The ball gets closer to the opposing teams goal,
It’s now loud and clear.
The tension has crept in.
We kick to the left then the right,
Then pass it on.
We get closer and closer,
Closer to the goal.
Our hearts filled with adrenalin, but....
The opposing team tackles ours
Like aggressive gladiators in the colosseum,
But the fight is paused by the referee,
Who pulls out...
The dread red card.
The opposing team’s fans and followers
Boo and spit at the referee,
Blowing their horns expressing their anger.
But for our team,
We stand there in relief.
The foul player gets sent off,
Followed by angry and jealous fans.
We continue to play,
With the other team
Only having 10 players.
We played as if we were fighting,
Pushing and shoving,
Like two girls wanting the same toy
But in our case,
It was the goal.
Our team kicks the ball
Bringing it nearer to the posts.
We start to scream and shout,
Excited for the team
For the upcoming goal.
One player from our team,
Goes for it.
Suddenly, it felt like the whole world stopped
For one second,
To see if it goes in.
We are nervous, anxious,
Worried and scared.
We are excited, pumped,
Hoping and wanting,
Praying.
The ball travels through the air,
With thousands, maybe millions of eyes
Watching it pass by
The goalie,
And get in.
