Would you rather live a passionate life,
With pain, but bliss,
With laughter, but cries,
With joy, but suffering,
Or have peace and steadiness?


In the world of soccer, there is no such thing as the latter,
You either win with euphoria, cries, and laughter,
Or you lose with tears, wails, and pain,
There is no middle way.



If your heart isn’t swinging left and right,
One moment wanting to be ripped out,
And the next pumping pure ecstasy,
You aren’t playing it right.


There’s no such thing as a tranquil soccer player,
At least not the ones that reach the top.

The greatest have left everything on the field,
And in return, the field has given them everything there is to feel.


There are more emotions caught in the grass blades of a field,
Than there will ever be in the seats of a theatre.

And if you don’t see the beauty and pureness of that,
If you don’t get stirred up inside by that,
If that isn’t enough to make your heart pound,
Then steer clear of the field.