Saturday Football
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There is only one rite in the live of a guy the plays amateur football
In the solitude of a room, find the socks
Roll the bandage, get one or two shorts
Maybe somebody needs it
The neoprene accessories, indispensable
the shin pads, the keen support...
Find the jersey, if it's clean better
The football boots, or turf shoes...
Ah if you are the keeper, things are a lot more complex
This act, almost sacred it's called: prepared the bag
And it can be done on Thursday, Friday or Saturday itself
After been working all week
After been father, husband, employee
Boss or whatever you got in life
Tired, exhausted, worried?
Could be...
But finally Saturday has arrived
After the whole week looking for news in the Whatssap
To see what the group posts
Has arrived the day in which we are going to play football
Yes Football
Because those who play amateur football knows
That to football play the chosen ones
Did you pay your fees? When is the deadline?
And your wife that helps you with some killing phrases
And with this heat you are going to play?
Look how it rains, sure is gets cancelled
Don't forget to come back injured...
And today the coach will field you at least a bit?
To me that guy doesn't like you
Hahaha, she doesn't know the quality of guy that the coach is
She doesn't know that this guy pay but doesn't play
He worries about us, fill up the team sheet and also dreams
She doesn't know also about the delegate, that goes to all meetings
She doesn't know all the anticipation before going to play football
She doesn't no nothing of this
But without her company, we have to recognise it
Our thing couldn't be that possible and nice
Bye Dad, have fun. Greetings to the guys
Don't kill yourself please
Some of our kids tells us
And we leave to the field, to the stadium, to the club; alone or with company
By car, by bike, by taxi, by remise by bus
Because to the place for the game you get there however you can
And there you meet yours, and the others
They all come with their bags, and with their dreams
Of the genius play you are going to do
The in-extremis save of your portal
Of that instant in which the game is going to pass through you
Come on eh! Aguante! Come on come one come on!
And to the field
Another magic instant, unmatched, impossible to describe
Only missing the world cup song and the commentators relating our game
And always you get one of the three results you see?
But in end if we win better; but if not, nothing happens
We all going to recover in the third half
You know the great players that are there where you play?
You know that we pay to play?
You know that we pray not to get to the limit of yellow cards?
You know how much we enjoy the post-game with the boys???
The arrival of the evening
Or the crumps, or the knee or back pain, or the scratch
Tells us that it's time to come back home
And that return trip also have a special flavour
Because we have completed a new edition of going to play football
We don't know if the week ends or starts there
Ah How did it go??? Good, always we have to answer good!
It's a beautiful part of the life of someone that dreams to play
Of someone that pays for playing, that dies for playing