Grass Runner

I’m round like a sphere.
Red, orange, black and white
And made by Nike.
When you kick me I become fast
Like a cheetah running along grass.
My red flaming arrows are as
Bright as the beaming sun.
I taste like dirt from the ground.
When you kick me into the net
People start to cheer.
I love to be kicked hard
As it feels like a ride.