A Tribute to Floorball

I am still fighting on…

“You owe us an explanation! Almost let in a goal!”
Disgusted, he exclaimed those words and glared me past my soul.
“I’m sorry”, I muttered feebly.
Head hanging low, body bruised and battered, I sighed dejectedly.

Five years ago, I fell in love with this game.
With fervent enthusiasm and unflinching resolve, it filled my life with passionate flame.
I molded my blade, I renewed my grip… I was on the way.
I disciplined my runs and I sharpened my dribbles,
I hardened my shots and I drilled my passes.

Soon I wanted more!
And the floorball clips inspired me to the fore!
My fellow men, armed with our humble sticks,
Out to battle we went, and back with many heads we scalped.

We became legends.
Notorious for defense, respected for spirit, awed for perseverance.
With strength in self-belief, we defeated our arch-rival,
And then I realised I had led my men to our first title.

We improved more.
Such was the reputation, we became a favourite in all competitions.
But we were never a one-man show,
We have always collectively been a team.

Then, soon I dreamt more!
Madrid was the battleground, World Championships was the event.
Played and lost.
But I have fulfilled my dream… I have fought for my homeland.

Five years on, I am merely a battle-weary soul,
Who hates to admit that his passion has ebbed.

I once proclaimed proudly that sports is my blood,
And floorball would be the haemoglobin.
So what started out as fiery flames, has now cooled to icy winters.
But deep inside, I know, I vow to fight on.

I am still fighting on…