Last gasp of football

Dear football..
I no want headaches anymore
Disappointments everytime
A gambling that am not ready

I get no satisfaction
When you earn millions
As pain eats my intestines
In acidity of frustration

Hope without actions
Dead is indeed Wake up to the call
Make glory and merry

Fanatism is twice a disease
Addiction that cracks the mind
With unending faith.
We can no longer wait

You don't have to hate
More to love what's beyond your control
Be content with the results
A choice of personal decisions.

Am an amateur...
To success without hardwork
To vision without mission
As well as efforts without objectives.

Please don't date my heart
OH dear don't you ever confuse my goals
Am here for entertainment
Not to swallow tears of bitterness or failure