Winning Eleven

for all winning eleven's players , i wrote this poem for them i wish you will enjoy it !!

Winning Eleven

 

winning eleven is bare and tragic

but transformedby a touch of magic

it requires an artist's touch

the stroke of Eto'o can add much

it is like a work of art

if you aren't good enough you'll fall apart

move, move budge the cart

some natural sorrow loss or pain

that had been and may be again

if you shot and didn't score the shot you master

don't be sad and turn into a laughter

but not shooting is the disaster

twisted by loss make traps for fools

facing the goalkeaper is the right tool

in winning eleven you must be petrified

from Eto'o, adriano and ferdinand you must hide

and by their rules you must abide

or your end will be a commiting suicide

no fifa no games and no more

this is winning eleven that i bore

when it plays i can't get out door

Author's Note

i wrote that poem just for fun =)