And that’s what its all about

If I were a fly in the sky I might look down from on high
and think that soccer was all about a ball.
For they chase that sphere
over here, over there
Seems so important even though its so small

If I were a bird up above watching from a power pole
I’d say soccer was about scoring goals.
For when the ball they try and get
goes into the net, they cheer -
realised fears and hopes.

If you were a spectator at our match
you’d be excused if you’re confused
and thought our games are all about food.
For our half-time feasts are enough, to say the least,
to fuel more than a few athletes.

But you know Mr Fly,
a ball is just a ball. Full of air and nothing more.
Its not the aim of our game

And, Dear Bird,
Goals in soccer (and indeed in life)
aren’t always measured by posts painted white.

But a feast – oh yes a feast
is close to what soccer means
Though it’s not because we just like to eat.

As we huddle around oranges and lollies
(and sandwiches/strawberries/muesli/baking/carrot sticks/salami...)
we rest, we’re fuelled
we hear wisdom, gain strength
to continue.

So soccer is a game
but for us its much more.
In many ways its a feast
for our souls 

Fig 1: One of the more modest half-time spreads of the Maribyrnong Swifts State 4 team