Oval

The raindrops hit my head while the mud is splashes my face  

The wind is as cold as a drink full of ice, it hits my face and sounds like a gunshot. 

The ball flies in the sky and hits my foot, the mud spits in the player's face, 

The grass is perfectly cut to play soccer, 

The mud sinks into my foot when I sprint on it. 

The crickets talk to each other as loud as someone yelling 

The air makes my teeth tingle like an ice block on my teeth. 

The painted lines are faded on the grass. 

The ball skids across the grass.