The Beautiful Game Poem by Amadeo Wongsodihardjo

Stadium overcrowded by hooligans and fans
Players on the field, they’re ready to start
Fans cheering, waving flags, and clapping their hands
There goes the whistle; it pumps up their heart

Adding strength to the ball, and kicking it high
Over center field, and still it goes strong
The ball travels overhead, how beautiful it can fly
Pass received with ease, and the player runs long

He dribbles past all the defenders, his skill is fine
There he goes, for his opponent’s goal
He takes a ferocious shot by the line
The keeper dives for it, far to the left pole

The goalie misses it; the ball’s in the net
The winners jumps for joy, that win was a must
A moment of silence for their opponents, full of regret
As their heads tilted down low, they leave in disgust

A player’s life fulfilled when playing world class,
Representing their countries with pride
To be playing all year long on the bright green grass
Playing full of compassion with nothing to hide

Play with your heart
That’s the real answer
For those who wish to start
To play the game of soccer