We started as die hard supporters
In this game but we choosed to be two
We possessed dribbling agilities
That no defender can come near us
Your dribbling allusions got to the climax
But I never did bad in your 18 yard box
I desperately unleashed my arsenals to get
A single goal but I couldn’t come near your dwelling

Your leg over’s twisted my eyes
And chocked me to an internal injury
That sidelined me on the bench
I said to myself, no one can compete…

I quickly beckoned on Ronaldo
And Messi while I watch from the sidelines
But all I could see is Steven Garrard and Paul Scholes
In your midfield that made dangerous counter attacks
You kept mesmerizing even the most famous stars with your skills
I watched from the sidelines because my injury wouldn’t allow me

This game won’t be over without me scoring a goal
I once again beckoned on Ronaldinho and Okocha
To crush your high flying wings while I rejuvenate on
A possible return
My injury was a blessing in disguise
That I kept throwing my recuperated skills at you
while you ran to defend
Your defensive capabilities now excellent!
That your 18 yard box is a far cry that I couldn’t get a short on target

Alas! You must be a Jose Mourinho’s partner
That packed the bus in your 18yard box
But I am still in search of a single goal
In this 89th minute game
I kept pressing the ball like Barcelona
For a miraculous goal in this added time
To go come with three points

I went for the last corner kick
As I spin the ball down my opponent's
18 yardbox as my topscorer nodded home
For a well deserved victory
The shouts of goal became my ecstasy
As I celebrated down the touchline
With P-square’s famous track…GAME OVER

By: Sunday Oyinmiebi