Two armies of eleven walked onto the green to pitch war in the way civilised societies have come to.
The football pitch to us was greater than any chessboard, for we were the live players who had practiced and honed our moves.
The football pitch was millions of perfect grass strands as eager for the start of play as the fans who brought the stadium to light.
In that world of green that became more earthen as the season matured, the goal posts were as two white towers perfectly planted in that pitch.
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