Masters Of The Game : A Sports Freewrite.

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The heavy dose of defeat
Came too soon to the field
The dribbling isn't the deal
Yellow and card by referee
A cheating never have been seen
All plagued our winning dream
Frustrated as we can be
Aiming for the goal
Kicked from the pole
Shouting as high as sparrow
None came to the rescue
As fans watched our shame
So was the opponent in bliss
Thanking there none advantage
Sharing in the cheat.


Putting a call further
Perhaps anyone could help
A call to order
Of men who could do the right
We entered a set up
To see what could be done
VAR didn't assist
The race became harder on the pitch
To win, defend, score, to win
Captain gave the code
The hunt for the goal
All hands in deck
Aim the pole, show no weakness
Drive in a shot, even no direction
Per chance a lucky one will roll
Give us a trophy
Save us from a game away from home.


More pressure in this time
Injury litter the ground
A broken leg, torn femur
Sprain ankle, stretcher on constant duty
A match turn war
We begged for our win
From the master of the game.


An entry into @mariannewest everyday freewrite.



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