Final Score Squeeze

He was ten years old with a head of steam
Spotted by a scout
Asked to join the team
A step up that couldn't come too soon
As he walked inside
To the changing room

On a frosty pitch it was not a test
He could read the ball
And out run the rest
With a natural skill he could weave his way
To the six yard line
Again and again

When the coach came in he was towelling off
With his hair still wet
And his hands aloft
There was joy and pride on his pretty face
Having scored the goal
That won the game

The coach sat him down in the corner
Said that one day you could play
For Manchester United or Arsenal
But you've got to do what I say