Fanatics fixed their eyes upon
The screen to cheer their team
The mood there in the air was tense
Tricolor seemed out of steam

The clock was counting down
The time was drawing nigh
Doomed to lose and head on home
Bid Russia their goodbye

An errant shot deflected out
Gave them one last chance
To score a goal and prance about
Show off their famous dance

From the corner, the ball soared in
A hero rose above
Mina smacked it with his head
And won his country's love

England shocked to see the win
Snatched right from their grasp
Colombia delirious
Successful at last gasp

And thus the game was sent along
Into the overtime
Two periods were played to nil
Two teams full in their prime

Penalties would now decide
Which team would advance
The locals glued to their tvs
The nation in a trance

Falcao scores! Kane as well!
Cuadrado, Rashford too!
Muriel then strikes one home
Tricolor up three to two!

Ospina blocks the next one
Hypes up the frenzied crowd
But Uribe hits the crossbar
And the silence echoes loud

Trippier knots it up again
We're down to final shots
Bacca fails to get his through
Past Pickford's valiant swat

Fate rests upon this final kick
Well placed with perfect spin
Just past Ospina's outstreched hands
Dier seals the win

The cafeteros reel from shock
No sign of jubilation
But still the crowd, crushed in defeat
Show their appreciation

Colombia eliminated
We give them all a hand
And though their World Cup here is done
I'm now their biggest fan

how ***** does harry kane look when he scores for england.

The thought hurts so bad
That the game has turned sad
To take away a voice
And replace it with silence
Who let that go
Who let me know
When freedoms are allowed
Only conditional
The insane overseer controls his puppets
And to know that I use to have strings
Tossed twisted pulled and pushed
My career was a slave dream
Filled with a combine built like a auction
A contract like the slaves just with more change involved
Whips are the fines, jails, and blacklist
That you eagerly get assigned
Dare you speak without a sheet
Or with your mind
I kneel for injustice
I kneeled to be free
I kneeled to show my struggle
But to you a unthankful **** is all you see
I raise my hand for help but you rather me melt then disturb your selfish wealth
You must see the whole frame I love starry night but van goh was insane
To only see the vision and fall halfway thru
Football is tied to Jim Crow in the expression view
Owners spread bigotry,and lie on the truth
Expand dollars to shrink everything we do
So since we can’t say no to cops killing,
Wrongful jail dates or the rigid two step back and one half step forward life
I won’t watch the nfl
I won’t partake in a game
I wouldn’t even tag they twitter name
So this is my hurtful goodbye
To something that was so high
I wish you could see it with my eye

two tribes of footballers
on Wednesday night shall meet
to play for the State of Origin's
championship greet

the three games in the series
always being hard to win
as the sides stage a battle
on the field of league's min

they who follow this most
compelling test of sport
will see tackling and ball carries
so formidable in sort

Maroon and Blue jerseys
striving to conquer each other
by matching motors with
the goal of a triumphant smother

Maybe snow cones
And pickup lines
Aren’t meant to go
Hand in hand,
But I needed a map
Because I was lost in your eyes.

You gave me a snow cone
I gave you my number
And maybe
That’s not a good trade
But you thought
Maybe
It was worth it
At least for one night.

You’re just a football-playing
Baseball boy
And maybe
There was a spark
And maybe
You liked the taste of grape
That lingered on my lips
And maybe
You’re still going
To text me back.

But maybe
Is no assurance
To a girl
In love with love
And boys who make
Snow cones.

The team are positive and buzzing
The weekend game is ready for kick off
The passion and eagerness to get in the goals
To win the match, another notch
A goal! Yes!
That's what they're playing for.
To win and move upwards into league one
Time ticks on, the dynamics have changed the score now a draw
Determination is spread all over their faces
Moves that are planned, thought out and go well
Others that lack skill and don't go so well
Such promising chances to lead once again
But impossible to penetrate the whole team defending
They battle and strive, push forward so hard
The ball is resistant to hit the back of the net
Tempers are rising, remarks here and there
The team look exhausted but play through their pain
Keep going, play harder and do not give in
They've played very well even if they don't win
The clock is ticking the whistle blows
Their faces sink deep with frustration and anger
Why did we lose?
A player stomps off and throws his water bottle onto the pitch
Storms off in a sulk, swearing expletives
The others ignore him and join their team talk
To put into perspective, analysing their play,
To restore their passion and commitment to win on another day.