Victory

Once the whistle blew I was ready to play, 

My mind so focused nothing got in my way. 

The wind flew through my hair as I ran at the ball,

Nothing could stop me as I recall.

As the ball passed from one player to the other,

Each player so good, none like the other. 

Sprinting into the box to get our goal.

Nothing was used but heart and soul. 

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