05/02/2026
’Twas the night before soccer, when all through the town,
Not a cleat was left dirty, all polished and brown.
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care,
In hopes that a big winning season was there.
The players lay dreaming of goals they would score,
Of passes and headers and hearing the roar.
While coaches made plans and fans buzzed with cheer,
“For tomorrow,” they whispered, “the season is here!”
