Beautiful Game - No. 14

The greens lie beneath the blue and white.
The sky is the colours of my team.
My cracked lips I softly bite.
The sight of my team, I gladly beam.
Voice a singing.
Heart a tinkling.
Red, white and black,
The team I loathe.
G-I-N-O-L-A spells on my back,
The one we all love.
Heart almost missing a beat,
Walker saves with a great leap.
Every slide and every glide.
Wish could turn the tide.
My No.14 runs and turns.
With such passion it burns.
With sight of goal,
Shoot with great power.
The crowd roar,
and the spirits soar.
Pity ball could only meet the pole;
But never will our cheers lowered.

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