90 Minutes Left
Little by little I started
Walking on the field of doom
The grass so softly parted
While the sphere filled with gloom
Looking around I remembered
The days I worked hard in belief
Every sweat driven of December
And every second hammered to achieve
A war between warriors they said
A matter which I could never neglect
Fighting was not what they meant
Yet the real goal was the opponent's net
T'is the moment I woke up
A whistle blown through my head
Nothing to lose anymore
But only ninety minutes left
Hadi Sharara
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