The back pass comes to me,
I look up and see their goal,
And spot a great opportunity.

Their keeper is off the line,
Tired after 88 minutes,
But he can't read my mind.

I consider taking a shot,
Then my conscience says no,
And I know I should not.

But the urge is too strong,
And I imagine the fans,
Singing my name in their songs.

I roll the ball from me,
Look up and pray,
For my name to be carved into football history.

I strike the ball cleanly,
It sails in the air,
I hope that it drops neatly.

Time stands still,
Please please I wish,
Let it be God's will.

The ball begins to drop,
And I imagine my jersey,
Flying out of the club shop.

Their keeper realises what's happening,
He sees the effect on his career,
Could be s h a t t e r i n g.

He runs and runs,
I feel the rays of hope,
Sent from the sun.

I can feel this is my day,
But then the ball hits the crossbar,
And rolls on out of play.