My life is complete when leaves start to fall.
I don't know what I'd do without that black and white ball.
It is soccer I love. It is soccer I adore.
It is soccer my heart is passionate for.
When my ball finds the back of a net,
there's a feeling inside I cannot forget.
A feeling of triumph, a feeling of victory,
a feeling that is very special to me.
Words are too complex, and gestures too broad
to explain emotions that are so odd.
When I think about soccer, I think about my team.
About how much I love them, about how much they mean
to me, we are sisters connected for life.
They are fellow soldiers and by my side they will fight
because I have their back and they will always have mine.
We are a family of different blood line.
Soccer is more than a sport, it's a passion.
A world without it would be ashen.
It would be dark and full of despair,
if my beloved sport did not exist there.