My chance is now,
show what i am made of,
can hear the voices,
i do reflect back upon.
As a tot,
i use to crawl to reach it,
run,dribble,shoot that was my mind,
class lessons hardly heard any.
Fifteen i was,
privileged to play for nation,
grass,solemnity,aura,
everything was special.
Initial days i learnt,
how to read challenger's mind,
more i learnt,eager i was
to game smarter and harder.
Success chased me,
all was great until,
i went after it,
more shoots,less training.
On the D-day,
i missed the target,
to follow was injury,
and i was reserve.
To see team play,
from the sidelines drains me,
i vow to the game,
one i loved all life.
I will be solely its,
from square one, i began again
all focus on the game,
time to again crawl,walk,run.
It was not rosy this time,
questions found no end,
Why him? Is he still?
reselection was a news.
Today its derby,
two each,three mins left,
Attack! coach shouts,
I substitute a defender.
The play-maker lobs the ball,
I cross it to the forward,
in the air aggresive tackle,
He is down and out.
Its a free kick,but
the specialist is down,
who will take it?
To captain,i say
Let me take the stand.
The red walls, a black knight
stands my way to home,
everything is still,i focus
on top right of the post.
I make my run,
striking the soft canon,
to swing it past the rival,
into the nets, its a GOAL!!!
Audience are ecstatic,
team mates all over me,
next day in the press,
SauRaVio,rise from ashes.
