On The Grounds.
Before the grounds there was a dugout
Before the dugout there were discussions.
Uncertainty amongst men on how things could turn out.
Laughter shared amongst rivals aiming to knock each other out.
The discussion,the passion,the focus and ambition none could be taken out.
Two squad with one dream and that’s to win.
So they draw swords ready to spill blood in the most entertaining fashion.
Surely none would love any to bleed but as the stakes rises so does the man.
Life on the grounds is as fun as it could be .
until things turn ugly for the other party.
A hamstring,a knock on the knee,a fractured disc and a broken bone.
All likely to be on the menu in the tensed venue.
Respect and immortality all here to be gained.
The pep talks and self hype,the press and the people they also have come to play.
All the practise and hard work must suffice.
Life on the grounds is more than Sand and a few lines.
It is more than grass and digital cameras.
The leather ball and spandex shirt.
The tackles,the dribbles and most importantly the rules dirt.
It’s about who you are and what you want to become.
The possibility of going a step further into the realm of immortality.
A trophy and a champagne bottle such vitality.
They say you make it or you break it.
Just don’t let another man take it.
Life on the grounds isn’t for the faint hearted.
You shed a tear when things get heated.
In the end we all must go home elated.
Because Life on the Grounds isn’t so guaranteed.