We planted memories there,
We learned all the game skills there,
We gained confidence from all the falls,
The shorts on target, the goals we missed
The scars on our legs, injuries permanent.
That dusty smell still brings the smell
Of my younger, playing all day,
Without hunger and tiredness we played.
The fight of brotherhood.
Manhood trans from our coaches,
It still dusty, young boys still address the cultur