Playing football

while your

female friends

are guarding

on shift,

because

it‘s a shame

for girls to do it.

On a secret sign

we will rearrange

both female teams

in a game

of dodgeball,

we don‘t have

a real football

anyway,

so nobody

will notice.

But we have

some words to shout

the flag of our club

made out of paper

and streaked

with colored pencils

and our small victories

against boys

from a nearby street.

This is enough

for us

to be a superleague.

Forever.