Most Exciting Seconds Poem by Pedro Cescon

Sweat down his face,
Titans up ahead,
Loud cheers to brace
A confidence to be fed,

A skiing ace,
His was lead,
Outstanding pace,
Defense shed,

Two to lace,
Other left dead,
On this one race
Two to shed

A wall of grace,
From toe to head,
Of faults no trace,
Fate quite dread,

Raging chase,
Skill embed,
Ball's place
Tottaly unread,

One to face,
Nervous red,
His replace
Was easily read

Goalkeeper an ace,
But goal as fad,
Without grace
Shot it mad

SHOT

Half the place,
Quite sad
The other space,
Explosive glad