Winning in Wakefield
Saturday afternoon.
The domain is a picture.
The pitch looks perfect;
green and well mown.
White lines give us all some structure!
New nets strung up like
two opposing trampolines.
The team warming up;
belting practice shots
at the goal mouth.
Stretching, running, drills.
The referee's
whistle blows.
Match time.
Back and forward,
football bouncing,
rolling, shot back, forwards.
Thump as a head
connects
with the ball.
Out! throw, touch, pass.
Stringing them together now.
Pass, pass, fumble,
foot to ball.
Goal. It's ours!
Keep the pressure on.
We score our second.
No time to catch breath,
opposition have the ball,
he goes by me,
their goal.
Dejection.
Focus.
Foot to ball.
Whistle goes.
We won!
People love winning.
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