Come on now. Don't start over, keep going. This isn't soccer practice where you gotta do it twice as fast like the goalies. I'm your coach now, kids, don't train me. Kick the ball with a force that'll send it in a spiral, at the very least. That's the best you could do? Disappointing, I want a curve, like arches without gravity. You gotta take this whole thing farther otherwise your game gets stale. Stuck in mud like your cleats after the game. Don't let the rain wash out your eyeballs now. It isn't about your vision it's about mine! My team, my competition, my achievement. Although I'll give you credit if you fall into the grass and cause a real mess, haha! Go for it, injure the playing field, I don't care! We would cut the place up anyways if it wasn't for sport. Chop the tops off and cut the trunks down, yeah, just indulge. Don't tell me we needed this stuff anyway, it'll eat us whole if we let it. Not a friendly place unless you wanna participate in primal rage. Heh, primal rage could be useful for soccer!
Why isn't it always called football instead...
Infinite soccer ***** flying at you from multiple angles wouldn't bruise you unless they were meant to. Divinity isn't here to listen it's here to play! So we got some competition that could easily break the rules, the ref is an old blind cat. Oh he never shows up anymore, got fired for kicking a player instead of the ball. He wasn't meant to do either, oddly enough. Black and white uniform, though, keeps his aesthetic simple. And that's the truth!
Well the ball game can get pretty entertaining when you don't notice you are losing. Or you don't seem to care that your knee is stinging a little bit from ****** scar tissue, or that the sweat is slipping anxiously against your jersey, or you run short of breath from time to time and can't quite keep up. You make sure you tediously equip yourself like everybody else does though. Not allowed to put on armor, man, don't try anymore. That's the old way and it slows you down, like molecular division. You know what else slows me down on the field? Bugs. Look up and there's a swarm right above you. Let's move on.
I wouldn't assume that you or I invented the game. Most likely I invented the ball and maybe the little design on the other team's jersey. I figured I'd give away what looks cool, since I'd rather focus on shoelaces being untied than a deceptive icon. It looks all blurry to me these days, I think those other guys rough up their jerseys too much. Gotta look professional out there, for heaven's sake. No I don't answer to the soccer freaks who want more passing and less footwork. If an arrogant player wants to go ahead and challenge that tall guy who doesn't even want to be here, than it's better to run than to hide. Make sure he chases after you once you teach him (by betrayal) how it's done though, so you feel a stronger adrenaline rush as you dribble your way right past his confused legs towards the goal like saliva. What he ends up learning is that you schooled him and that he should have just shoved you. I don't like or truly intend to play by these rules anyway. Most people don't, so bring knives to the game! Legalize it. If that's how we feel we should play more soccer and less football. Which sport is which, anyway? You know honestly I'd rather hit that guy than kick him on accident. No, wait, I just want to kick the checkered, logical sphere around, not your wounded knee! Tackle me please.
So I watched myself run straight into a lined up muscle squad on television, don't trust me. I watched my own ligaments tear repetitively over the course of several years on a rectangle, don't hurt me. I witnessed intrepid explosions in dust and smoke harm my homes and villages somewhere else on a f*cking bright shiny, don't cry on me.
Don't tell me how it is anymore.
Tell me how it's going to be.