"First" by Morris Coleman

Hesiman.

As the sweat drips from my helmet finally it's time.

Down.
Set.
Hut.

All the words running threw my head. When those words come up, Im ready.

Down.
Set.

No, no no, not now "hut"!

As my legs jam into the ground. Yes, I have the ball. Go, go,go you can make it! My eyes are scannig for the safety. Where is he? Whoa, no, no he is running like a mad dog, running towards me!

Nothing.

He is afraid of me. Good, it will all work now. Sweat is coming down my face into my eyes, The sweat slides from my head to my helmet. OK no there it is again. Legs shaking is how I feel.

Down.
Set.
Hut.
My kick slide, but you still have it. As the wind hits my face the ball graps me like super glue. Run is on my leg pull. Pop another still run. Pop going down like the twin towers. The hall is on me like super glue. Wind is pushing on me and sweat is dropping off. Pop going down. Pain just fight. Pain will go away.

Down strong left.
Hut as the line moves you travel like a car on a straight away, but with a wall in the road. Sweat meets shirt. All came with price. Give your best shot. Sweat dripping eyes as long as lash live.

Football is a sport for a physical person.