{"id":142507,"date":"2023-09-03T06:46:28","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:46:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=142507"},"modified":"2023-09-03T06:46:28","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:46:28","slug":"hour-11-football-is-king","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-11-football-is-king\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11: Football is king"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Harshib doesn&#8217;t need air but only foot ball to breathe<br \/>\nBut alas his physique and intentions don&#8217;t match<br \/>\nHis team has christened him as &#8216;the stick&#8217;<br \/>\nAnd everyday, he comes home badly bruised, mauled and fouled<br \/>\nThat night as he wiped silent tears and went to sleep<br \/>\nHe saw a vision in his dreams<br \/>\nA kind goddess bestowed magical powers upon his football<br \/>\nHe woke up that day, all excited and eager<br \/>\nTo find out if it was really a vision or a waking dream<br \/>\nHe waltzed his way into the football field<br \/>\nAt the end of practice, a triumphant Harshib walked out<br \/>\nGloating at the star players of him team<br \/>\nLying injured, their pride hurt more than their bodies<br \/>\nThis happened every day; Harshib scored goal after goal<br \/>\nHe was unstoppable until his captain detected foul play<br \/>\nAnd changed his ball for another; the little hero froze<br \/>\nHe was called out but a little voice spoke in his ears<br \/>\n&#8220;The power lies within you; unlock!<br \/>\nA sharp breeze blew, he saw his magical football dancing in the air<br \/>\nEmpowering him, encouraging him, &#8221; You go mate!&#8221;<br \/>\nHarshib closed his eyes and gave it all he had<br \/>\n&#8220;Goal! And what a goal, Ronaldo will be proud!<br \/>\nScreamed their coach, his team mates patted his back<br \/>\nHarshib found his eyes watering, he realised<br \/>\nThe power lies in you, you just have to have faith<br \/>\nWork hard and then the magic begins&#8230;!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Harshib doesn&#8217;t need air but only foot ball to breathe But alas his physique and intentions don&#8217;t match His team has christened him as &#8216;the stick&#8217; And everyday, he comes home badly bruised, mauled and fouled That night as he wiped silent tears and went&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4553,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142507","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4553"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142507"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":142754,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142507\/revisions\/142754"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}