The Frozen Coach

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Just a little poem for your entertainment on this very cold night.
(Too much time on my hands with no soccer tonight-HA!)

The Frozen Coach

It’s 32 degrees outside,
And soccer is being played.
No, the teams will not run and hide;
There are goals to be made.

The players will hit the pitch
Looking like Randy from a Christmas story,
But as play begins, they will begin to ditch
Their layers, as they hustle towards glory.

But lonely on the sideline
is a coach or two
who will be freezing off their behind
no matter what they do!

Some will try to stand
To avoid a metal bench,
And some will pace the land
With every muscle clenched.

And no matter how you layer
Or move to create heat
Mother Nature won’t answer your prayer
You will feel the chill from head to feet.

And after you have confiscated
Every discarded jacket you can find
You will feel a little weighted
But ready for the players to shine!

The dedicated coach will endure the pain
Of frozen fingers and toes
No matter how inhumane
To see their team win the show.

So here's to all you coaches
Who will face the wind and rain
Just to see your team do well
And be successful in the beautiful game!


Good Luck to everyone and keep warm!

[ref05]

The game doth does start
In a fury it comes alive
Running and kicking the ball
For a goal do the teams strive

As the coach begins to thaw
and how quickly his veins does pop
"Take run to the ball with haste,
or have a go over the top"

A whistle does blow on the pitch
one even loud for the deaf,
as the team retreats for the kick
the coach bellows, "come on ref"!

Back and forth the game goes
From one to zero to one one
In the final minutes he prays
"Guys get the job done".

And then in the blink of an eye
an outstretched leg does appear
to trip up the attack in the box
and then silence is all he fears.

But today the coach is in luck
for ne'er did he strike this ref
Who sounds the whistle aloud
A proper PK he awards correct

To the back of the net it goes
And defend to the end he makes
Two one the game does end
Rejoice for the game he takes

The wind and the rain are gone
and warmth is all he feels
as the ref walks away from the game
Some fans upset with the deal.

But today coach will play again
another game will he have to go
the team who lost will be left at home
to blame the ref for all their woe.

And so goes the game of socc'r
In cold and heat the same
To the victors return they will
in hopes of winning the game.