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The game is played on a pitch, or a field if you will. With eleven players to each side; some with extra special skill. There is kicking and passing, and sliding and tackling. Three officials call the game and some players tryout acting. Shots saved by the goalkeeper or blocked by a defender. A corner kick sails in; leading to a game winning header. The crowd, so excited, they shout out and chant. *Losing is a myth, we know our club can't* A glory some know as soccer; it's football around the globe. Who will win the world cup, and head home with the precious gold?
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Fußball
The game is played on a pitch, or a field if you will. With eleven players to each side; some with extra special skill. There is kicking and passing, and sliding and tackling. Three officials call the game and some players tryout acting. Shots saved by the goalkeeper or blocked by a defender. A corner kick sails in; leading to a game winning header. The crowd, so excited, they shout out and chant. *Losing is a myth, we know our club can't* A glory some know as soccer; it's football around the globe. Who will win the world cup, and head home with the precious gold?
carl-barton
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
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