My Football Trophy and Me

The golden plaque which spells my name
sparkles in the sunlit room.
As I stroke my hand around it, I feel the cool metal on my palm.
My mind swirls and I remember the green grass, footy boots
and the fresh air that surrounded the grounds, the mud on my jersey.
My footy boots are too small for me but this trophy will never be.
My Carlton top creases in the wind, but my trophy is with me
The smell of metal calms my nerves and cools me down,
With the trophy in my grasp, nothing else matters.
It is quite uncommon to get such a remarkable type of trophy
I went crazy to win this thing; I was exhausted when I got it.
A clash of happiness and excitement washed over me,
an award I will treasure for my life.