An ode of joy about our 065 Division and our
camaraderie on Sundays by John Zonneveld
A Sunday in September, Game at nine
and everyone seems to be on time.
The teams are ready to kick off,
It's team B against the D,
let’s hope it is not going to be too rough.
One of the B players, Dincer is his name,
the unpredictable striker,
a target in their passing game.
He just stands there nonchalant,
in striking position, so arrogant.
He receives the ball,
and with a flip of his foot,
how do you do that you little brute.
The balls goes high and spins around,
and never again will touch the ground,
until it falls between the post,
with the net the welcoming host.
What can you say not very much,
it's now known as the Dincer TOUCH!
