I see men standing next to each other <br />in a line <br />and they wear yellow and green. <br /> <br />The national anthem plays <br />and its like nobody honours it <br />or know the words, <br />but maybe they are caught by the great moment. <br /> <br />The whistle blows <br />and the ball is kicked to and fro <br />and there are men attacking <br />and others that defend. <br /> <br />The goal is open <br />and the ball flies past in a wide arc <br />and it’s as if my team <br />can’t score any goal. <br /> <br />The opponents have the ball <br />and shoot it right over the field <br />and one of their front players <br />hits it with his head. <br /> <br />The ball flies twisting <br />and with a swing in the air <br />and is accurately aimed at the goal <br /> <br />As from the ground <br />the goalie rises <br />and the onlookers are silent <br />and just before it’s too late, <br />the ball is caught <br />and the crowd cheers. <br /> <br />It is as if something sweeps into <br />the men with yellow and green <br />and they play perfectly, <br />like only a good team can. <br /> <br />There’s passion to win <br />and the ball is passed <br />from player to player <br />and a mighty kick, <br />launches it accurately past the goalkeeper <br />to get entangled in the net. <br /> <br />The crowd cheers and go nuts <br />and vuvezelas are blowing <br />and flags are swept to and thro <br />and the players grab each other.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soccer-team/
