He pumped his fist into the air
the goal was in, the state trophy his.
Of course he shared it with his team
but the headlines printed his name
with a picture of him being carried
off the field on their shoulders.
He had the pick of the prettiest girls,
everyone wanted to touch his hand,
the victory he dedicated to his fans…
until the day of national finals
he became the brunt of their ridicule
shoved and pushed and spat upon.
How fickle the adoration of the masses
when one loses an important game.
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