World Class

  Soccer, futbol, a game of skill, Without goals it’s just a drill, On the field you strive to score, To win the game and so much more. With each pass you move ahead, other teams were left for dead, Sportsmanship you find instead, the England fans out for bloodshed. Some England fans become divided, City or Manchester United, Some are serious, they get so looney, Some would think I forgot Wayne Rooney  From Portugal to Uruguay, On the pitch is where they play, They say Brazil has won the most, But Germany is really close.  The French are rooting for Zidane, Singing songs of AC Milan, The game is played on fields of green, Some just shout for Robby Keane. At 90 when the whistles blow, Say Salam to Mr. Mo, The scoring threat of Mo Salah, He has more goals than ol’ Kaka’. The flag is up …a call to make, He made a run…a big mistake, The crowd erupts for Donovan, He finds himself off-sides again. A penalty is given…a chance to score, Moment of truth…the crowds will roar, Your wishes, your h