The acrid, rather salty aroma surrounds
me, cloud of it invading my nostrils and tongue as the salty
liquid drips past my parched, cracked, lightly parted
lips as my throat is made hoarse by screaming
with all my might as we score the winning
Goal

They say...

it isn't about winning or losing
it's the sport
and the people who play it
But is it really?

Last year
was the worst

loosing half our team
to a discrimination scandal

how could they do that?
how could that say that about those people?

how could they be those people?
how could they get expelled?

how could they sabotage our team?
By doing such STUPID things?

We lost
No surprise there

A losing streak
till the end of the season

Even losing the title of champion
held several years in a row

...

This year
new freshman

faces shining
as ours had been years past

showing us weary downtrodden sophmores
the reason we played in the first place

not the winning
not even the people on the team

...

But the sport
our sport

we just defeated our long time rivals this year
and things are looking good

I started feeling alive again
I am trying my best again
I found new goal to reach
Don't want to give it up not yet

I don't want to let things unfinished again
I just want to try till the end this time
I just want to see what i can reach
With this two hands of mine

I will go forward with each step
No matter how small they are
I will be the winner this time
Not you the despair in my life.