A poem what I wrote [OC]

The ball’s in the air,
I glance at my boost,
“I’ll fly up to that!”
I calmly deduce.

I jump off the ground,
I feather my throttle,
What a way to display,
My steel and my bottle.

“Oh this will be swell!”
I think with a thrill,
As I picture the ball,
Bouncing in for one-nil.

Alas I’m off course,
And I watch with a frown,
As I fly past the ball,
And land upside-down.

But my shame is not over,
For Stan4293,
Gathers the ball,
And scores against me.

My ranking decreases,
I face relegation,
I vow that I’ll learn
From this miscalculation.

But come the next game,
The ball’s in the air:
“I’ll fly up to that!”
I calmly declare.