The whistle has blown, the die has been cast,
Mum & dad cannot help, they stand all alone,
A goal at this moment, would send the team home.
The ball near their feet, they kick and it misses,
There's a moan from the crowd, some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries "take off the bum",
Tears fill their eyes, it's no longer fun.
If you're ever tempted to shout or to groan,
Remember its a child who stands all alone.
So open your heart, give them a break,
Its moments like this, a player you make
Keep this in mind, please do not forget,
They're only children, not adults yet.
by Mark Hunter