I was about 17 years old when it happened
an incident that I may never forget
to this date that match remains
my number 1 football regret
I was to play up front on my own in yellow
to be the only focal point of attack
expected to get all the goals
while the others were to protect us at the back
Chance after chance I fired over or wide
despite their defence having a huge hole
yet I could not beat their keeper
I could not have even bought a goal
I lost the ball in my own half
and the other team went and scored
I felt like such an idiot
and could only stare at the floor
Half time came and went and still no change
I virtually was screaming at myself
I had to get the ball in the net
if only for my mental health
After 60 minutes we get a penalty
and on the spot the ball I place
the keeper saves it low to his left
and in frustration I kick him in the face
The ref showed me a red card
and I walked off the pitch to boos
nothing I could do to make things right
and our team went on to lose
That match has since haunted me
I'm reminded of that terrible match every day
I can't get rid of the sound of disappointment
however well I now may play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem