The Stadium's roar

A nice little poem about the beautiful game.

As you run out with the team,

You see the floodlights gleam,

You hear the crowd cheer,

You hear the rival fan's jeer,

You catch one boy's eye,

You let out a stifled sigh,

You feel detached from the earth,

Is being famous a blessing or a curse,

Then you realise you are the one the fan's adore,

Because you hear the stadium roar,

So the football isn't what it's all about,

It's the fan's admiration without a shadow of a doubt.

The End

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