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Meaning of Soccer

Soccer is a sport of heart, joy, skills, and Honor. Many people play it for money and don’t really
Care about the sport. A true professional soccer player plays for what’s in the front, NOT the
Back. If the team that’s in the front goes big and then you’ll go big with them. Play this beautiful
Sport for fun and enjoy. Many youngsters look up to big names stars like Cristiano Ronaldo,
Kaka, David Beckham, Pele, and many names. Guess what my friends they practiced so they
Could get where they are now, INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTRS! You want to get there just
Practice hard and in games try harder then what you practiced.

poem by Luis Baires
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The Sport I Love

Like any other sports
this is the one I choose,
I love, and I have been playing.
the sport I want to be belong.
That is soccer.! ! !

Playing this game
have been giving me an event
that is hard to forget.
It is exciting right! ! !

And therefore
I do not know how
could I leave this sport.

Of which is this sport
help me to build my stamina,
meet a lot of friends, and
also this sport taught me
how to act as a human being,

in order to have a discipline
not only in this sport
but also in the community
as well as in a situation.

It help a lot in me right! ? ,
therefore i must not have to forget
as well as to leave this sport
but to love this sport forever..

I love soccer.! .

poem by Patrick Pinote
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So Any Team As Such

Though Brazil has the class and Brazil has the flair
Who wins the F I F A World cup i can't say i much care
'Tis more about Nationalism than 'tis about sport
So any team as such i do not support.

The top soccer players are paid millions a year
And stories of their greatness we are obliged to hear
Millions in money for just chasing a ball
It hardly does seem for to make sense at all.

When people are homeless and dying of hunger every day
Yet many spend their savings watching millionaires play
For selves, Nation and glory in the World's biggest game
Many find satisfaction in other people's fame.

If the money they spent on creating millionaires
And making small gods of renowned soccer players
Was spent on the people of assistance in need
To a better life for millions that surely would lead.

Brazil has the class and Brazil has the skill
But millions go hungry in poor old Brazil
And 'tis more about Nationalism than 'tis about sport
So any team as such i do not support

poem by Francis Duggan
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Worldcup

here is event
we all play for
we all wait for
there are soccer players
everyone aiming to play for glory
they are one
who fight for cup
excitement enthusiasm all is word
they are what world are talking about
they all make sport beautiful

poem by Rohan Bendre
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Sport (Alliteration)

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Can you canoe white waters in just a bucket?
Slam-dunk that Punk for stealing a car?
Watch Soccer aces pop your money in his pocket.
Or petite, pretty perky little Jockeys riding far.
Ten tennis stars can have their cake and eat it.
Chess masters checked from mating much this year.
Simple sailors asking weather weathers very clement.
A runner bean`s a runner from a standing start.
I notice now the notice board too bored to notice.
Now TV covers sport., Sport covers TV now.

poem by Philip Winchester
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The more people who come from abroad who played soccer and are brought up playing it and watching it, then come over to America and bring what they know and what they play, that's how the sport will grow.

quote by Claudio Reyna
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I Fail You

I fail you my friend
Because I promoside you that I would tought you how to play soccer
But I end up doing something else instead than helping you to learnhow to Play soccer and be a better soccer player in life
You have all the reason to be mad with me because I fail you and I let you Down also
So you see now that I can't even keep my world to you

poem by Aldo Kraas
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0021 Football's new rules

I guess you read the news
about the town – soon to be copied –
which abolished traffic lights...
what happened? Self-preservation,
care, and courtesy have won the day..

while the soccer news this weekend was
that everybody blames the referee..
who’s after all, just the traffic-lights to this game..
suppose we tried the same daring system on the soccer field..

any player who makes a bad tackle
or an inadvertent trip (deliberate ones
would disappear as a mark of shame)
to apologise politely and offer
a free kick to the other side..

the player who kicks the ball into touch
immediately hands the ball to the other side
or at the very least, runs away – both sides
always knowing very well who touched it last..

shirt-pulling and diving would be
such matters of shame that the player’s
own side would stop playing and remain
rooted to the spot until
the culprit offered a free kick..

and any really doubtful events would be referred
to the television cameras for a quick decision;
and all the players might just feel the urge
to applaud and clap a tricky moment fairly resolved?

and at the end of the match,
the players would line up and just like
an international does at the beginning,
shake hands down the line…

while the managers would meet symbolically at centre-pitch,
shake hands publicly on a game cleanly fought,
and even – full on camera – look each other
in the eye..

and we the supporters would feel damn proud
that sport was sport once again, that
football was and is the life-blood of the nation,
and if not more important than life and death
at least a happy occasion of skills enjoyed..

and that, win or lose, chivalry and
the game’s the thing..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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You're Gone!

The soccer finals were happening
and we all gathered to see
the final two teams battle it out
they arrived all filled with glee
The Ref however was related to the others
so his daughter’s team just shone
He informed our kids
'You don’t stand a chance! '
'I can tell you now” You’re Gone! '
That shook their confidence
when they saw that the others were
five giants who fought like dogs
with threats and hits not allowed
they had arms like giant logs
twice the size of our gentle team
really vicious and out for war
really big thugs that always fought mean
and a ref on their side that’s for sure
The Ref allowed the vicious attacks
and the hits and the kicks of his team
but deliberately missed three of our goals
and shattered our children’s dream
Needless to say one little girl
still managed to score 2 goals
her other 3 were not punched in
so they lost to the giants holds.
It broke my heart to see the way
those children were treated that day
and to the ref and those bullies who didn’t play fair
I only have this to say.
Sport is meant for playing
Showing spirit and having fun
not for bullying threatening and kicking
no-one cares who won.
If you play it fair you feel success
the thing for which you long
but until you learn
the meaning of 'sport'
you've lost you've failed’ YOU'RE GONE’

poem by Janice M Pickett
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Winspiration

Winspiration

The inspiration
That drives you to win
Is
Winspiration

The question of winning comes
When we play a sport
Where winning is the ultimate goal
Defeating the other team
With a better scoring
And by fair means

This winspiration, of course,
Covers a broader range
And it includes
All games we play in life

In sports
The winning team can just walk away
From the scene and the losing team
But in life games
We need to be day in and day out
With the people with whom we play
And be with them
On a continuous relationship

Winspiration in fact provides means for us
Not only to win a game
But also gives
The people, whom were won,
A feeling that
Really they are the one
Who have won
Thus, winspiration
Creates an environment for
Win-win situation rather
A won-lost or lost-won situation

Continue to play life games
Win-inspired so that
There are only winners
All around

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Vicious Games

I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names

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Vicious Games

I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names

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The Coaches Favorite

A sport is a sport
No matter what you play
Just don't think
It's any safer today

The mind may be rejected
For keeping one on the bench
While a coach plays his favorite
Striking out thrice, while the rider of the pine
Smells the whiffer and his stench

He mumbles to himself
Just give me a chance
For I'll nail that ball to the outside wall
'Round them bases and touch 'em all

So when you need me
I'll be ready to play
Go a head play your favorite
I'll be patient and be your hero one day

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Soccer

Soccer
Have you ever been on a soccer field?
Well if you haven't it’s the m amazing thing
It’s like being in heaven but on grass
When the grass is just cut and the potato bugs are jumping in the air it gives you energy to have fun

And if you have been on a field then you know how the freshly cut grass
stings your nose and enlightens your heart to give you extra strength to
play soccer harder than you ever have in your life. That is what it’s like being on a soccer field!
By: Isaiah Bess

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Soccer: My Best Foot Too Far Forward

I have to go back a bit
To tell this story
Freshman year of college
PE classes were mandatory

Somehow each semester
You had to fit one in
To the burden of other classes
You had to carry gym

It was only for an hour
Twice or so a week
Cut too often and
You were up a creek

Hours in registration lines
No on-line to be on yet
Dennis and I checked our schedules
For an open slot that met

Friends for a long time
We were looking for a sport
We could both sign up for
Open field or indoor court

We both had jobs
That made it harder
Had to pay my own way
Parents provided room and board in the barter

We found a day and time
We figured we could meet
A sport we never tried
Soccer to teach us to use our feet

We got all signed up
Then headed to get some eats
'Hey Dennis said, 'Ya know
We're gona need some cleats.'

No clue of the need for shin-guards yet
We'd never seen a game before
Only rule we knew was no hands
Running and kicking was there more

We bought a book on how to play
Split the cost just bought one
Read it all before first class
We were ready to practice and run

That we did ran drills and hills
It's all he'd let us do
'Don't play to get in shape
Get in shape to play on my crew.'

Weeks went by and still no game
We didn't sign up for that
We kicked so many pratice balls
I was sure they'd all go flat

Then the day finally came
Pick sides to play and score
I asked for center forward
I was ready for war

Whistle blew I kicked the ball
As far and hard as I could
I mentioned I'd never seen a game
Coach screamed, 'Is your head made of wood? '

Instead of 'pitching it to a mate'
I played it the Americn way
He had me running extra hills
Before he'd again let me play

He figured the offside rule
Also didn' t register with me
I was now a fullback
'How you screw this up we'll see.'

Dennis tells this story
Like it was yesterday
Reminds me I hold the school record
Distance in a kick off to my dismay

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Fancy

Fancy is a precious feeling,
One that skilfully plays with the sentence
Of social intelligence, that life is jostled with
And you must bury your head in it so that
The head is coated with living intellect.
Reason has occupied my mind
As every fancy has been obliterated
For the better, and not for the worse.
Do you interact on space and time
Like a maniac does a football pitch?
Fancy having players of sport with skills like us,
So then somehow talking is for us with them
And we can then learn sport.
I fancy the intelligence of sport.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Isn't cricket supposed to be a team sport? I feel people should decide first whether cricket is a team game or an individual sport.

quote by Sachin Tendulkar
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The Beautiful Game

A ball hit into empty stands in a game of cricket,
A game so bland won’t have me buying a ticket,
As a kid I saw my first footy game at Stamford Bridge,
Gullit was a magician with the ball he’d flick and trick it,
Knew there and then that id be picking it,
As my favourite sport played on this earth,
Picked up a football never stopped kicking it,
First touch chesting it, cross comes in always headering it,
The beautiful game has a magic that keeps you remembering it,

Mini football games like ‘66’ boost skills and tricks
For schoolboys bunking school claiming there sick
The dick in black blowing his whistle for a diving prat,
Blokes in pubs screaming “what was that? ! ? ! ”

Sad to see the beautiful game run by money men and bankers,
Warms my heart though to still hear the crowd go
“The referees a wanker! The referees a wanker! ”

Im forever blowing bubbles walking in a winter wonderland,
Oh to be a man and football fan on your sofa in the pub or the stands,
There’s nothing quite like it to be together in your team clan,
Cheering our teams on with every emotional breath at hand

No sport is as passionate or bigger,
No sport can do it like football can,
No nation has stadiums that are fuller,
No country can love this game more then England fans!

poem by Kaspa Richards
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I get asked this a lot: Why has soccer not succeeded? My answer is, soccer has succeeded. It is already the fastest growing youth participation sport in the U.S. It has already succeeded at the youth level, no question.

quote by Lamar Hunt
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I am very happy to be signing for the best team in the world and especially proud to be the first Portuguese player to join United.

quote by Cristiano Ronaldo
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Sport

The merry waves dance up and down, and play,
Sport is granted to the sea;
Birds are the choristers of the empty air,
Sport is never wanting there.
The ground doth smile at the spring's flowery birth,
Sport is granted to the earth;
The fire its cheering flame on high doth rear,
Sport is never wanting there,
If all the elements, the earth, the sea,
Air, and fire, so merry be,
Why is man's mirth so seldom and so small,
Who is compounded of them all?

poem by Abraham Cowley
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