How He's On The Ball...

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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While football's such a well-known game, Some players are obsessed, Wives often point out things to blame When they don't give their best... Perhaps they've just ignored the tips The coach shouts in each ear, Perhaps they've scoffed down fish and chips, Or had an extra beer... Yet there are players who run fast And dash across the pitch, With stamina from first-to-last, As if without a glitch! Spectators watch these players run, That's why they all applaud, Yet when the games for them were won, Should their fans praise the Lord? For there are players now and then Who sometimes kneel and pray, For revelation for their men Who'd like to win the day... Such players seek the Lord to bless Their side and theirs alone, Regardless of unhappiness The other sides have known... Yet there are times God grants a draw, Each side scores one or two, Or maybe three, or even four, Yet God gave them no clue... A goalie blinks, complains of aches, Then some guy gets a goal And yet all players make mistakes That drive them up the pole... Denis Martindale April 2017.

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