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The Football Match

I am the smell of the freshly cut green grass tickling the sides of my ankle.

I am the screams of joy and cheers of happiness when a goal is scored.

I am the lick of brown mud slithering on my berry red football boots.

I am the radiating smile from my Dad when he sees me the kick the round football.

I am the stretch of the red laces holding tightly on my boots.

I am the wet drop of sweat running down my forehead.

I am the soft shiny material of the football kit rubbing on my skin.

I am the cloud white lines painted on the football pitch.

I am the ice cold wetness of my drink running down my throat.

I am the whisper of the coach at the team talk.

I am the shiny trophy sparkling in the sun, when the game is won.

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