"Inverse Passes"

The arena was all set...
With two proven giants up for the net...
Mexican waves were hovering along the sidelines...
And the giant green grass cover
damped in the early evening...
Was equipped for the glory song...

Addicted to the standing advent...
Few maestros of the game walked in...
With every shining droplet on the surface
competing the sheen of stars in the night sky...
A look towards the post
Was evident from both the sides...

With Cameras flashing all around...
And the spectators making buzzing sound...
The verdant pitch now was...
Scatterly occupied by the colors of red and blue...
Each post was now secured by the single man
while other tens were shielding the lonesome lad...

Prayers and murmuring were all around...
And the faces can now be read
to follow the forge...
Few screamed in happiness...
Few bawled the misses...
And I observed the one face in crowd...

There was a gesture of satisfaction
the whole crowd adored...and so did he...
But the next moment was contrary
His side was down...and so was he...
And how torment this was to bear...
His face just couldn't explain this...

The shrieked whistle finally broke the ice...
Leaving the divergent faces...
Both in and out of the sideline...
The moment of happiness dismayed others...
And both the lonesome lads
Were either relishing or grieving with other tens...

There was eloquence in the charming voice...
Admired by the whole crowd
the persuasive color competed the European night...
They decipher every movement
And their's were immaculate...
So was their glory night...