They stand on the field with their heart beating fast
The whistle has blown, the die has been cast
Mum and Dad cannot help, they stand all alone
A goal at this moment would send the team home
The ball near their feet, they kick and it misses
There's a moan from the crowd, some boos and some hisses
A thoughtless voice cries "take off the bum"
Tears fill their eyes, its no longer fun
If you're ever tempted to shout or to groan
Remember it's a child, who stands all alone
So open your heart, give them a break
It's moments like this, a player you make
Keep this in mind, please do not forget
They're only children, not adults yet!