Andrea M.

They Don't Know

Some call it a game for girls,
Others don't even call it a game.
But how can they say that?
If they haven't experienced the real passion of soccer.

They don't know what it is to wake up every sunday,
And put on the jersey that you bought with the little money you saved.
They don't know what it is to get to the stadium,
And hear more that 1000 voices singing.
They don't know what it is to not get a heart attack,
When the game goes as a roller coaster going up and down.

They don't know what it is to celebrate a goal
They don't know what it is to get scored-on,
And sing even harder to support them even more.
They don't know what it is to jump up and down for more than 2 hours-nonstop

The more than 1000 people become your family.
The team, the audience, and the people who work there.
They don't know what it is to feel like you've known them forever.
They don't know what it is to feel proud when they win, lose or tie.
Because no matter what happens, you never leave you "family".

They don't know what it is to go home satisfied.
Knowing that y'all were in the same place,
At the same time,
For the same reason:
The love for your team!



[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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