Fans call it the Beautiful Game.
For me, it’s life.

I eat, sleep and play football.
Running onto the pitch is an honor.
A privilege to play against opponents
who will put up a fight.

My heart beats with every kick of the ball.
It races when I recover on a mistake.
It aches when my opponent scores.

My brain in control of every decision I make.
My nose breathes in the fear flowing around the pitch.
My mouth opens
only to encourage my teammates
to fight, to win.

I shoot the ball.
There is a moment of silence.
I hear the sound of the ball hitting the back of the net.

Like a swish, the perfect shot in basketball.

For me, Football is Life.