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The moment we set foot in this universe

We became victims to the game of football

Everyday we wake up grateful to grasp the feeling of this grand game

Why does it never fail to greet us with this unfathomable joy

 

For a taste of that pleasure

Playing in the blistering heat of 200 degrees would hardly be a burden

It’s as simple as the plot of a children’s book

But with strategy it can be as complex as writing a textbook

 

Calm and composed like Trafalgar Law, the best defenders are also untouchable brick walls

The restless and reliable, roaming midfielders racing around the center are a team’s engineers

Attackers are samba dancing predators with the ball

Hungry to prey off the enemies’ fear

Coaches are architects who create the blueprints for the game

The real footballers do it for the passion and feed off adrenaline, not the fame

“BROUHAHAA” The excitement in the crowd can create a quake affecting the continent

The immense pressure that it brings could crush your body like the bottom of the ocean

 

The field is a vicious battlefield consisting of warriors

That would kill for the highest honour of victory

Warriors who are complacent with their abilities will face the consequences of defeat

Although a wild place, the battlefield is where we feel at peace with our minds