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