"Joga Bonita"

Life fails in comparison to this joy.
In fact, nothing can equate.
The sensation of taking to the field
Is empowering and liberating.
There is no existence beyond the pitch.
Reality falls prey to fantasy,
And the primary focus is winning.
Twenty-two players, two teams,
Two goals, one objective.
Right, left, and center fielders set.
The ref signals, the battle begins.
It's halftime, we're down one goal.
The only thing to do is tie it up.
If time runs out we go into overtime,
No big deal. But if we don't score...
Well, let's not worry about that right now.
Forty-five minutes to go.
Everyone man-on and play tough.
This is a fight to the finish,
Dig deep and bring this one home to papa.
Last game of the season,
Let's play like it's the last of a lifetime.
Score's tied. One chance to win this.
The adrenaline is intoxicating.
“Alright, he'll have to do it alone.
He's there. Ah!!!
Sensational goal from Thierry Henry.”
Arsenal F.C. has won the game!
Fans are cheering in hysteria.
I sit looking at the screen,
Content with the outcome.
We did it boys: “Joga bonita.”