Riddle Poem

I fly like a eagle
But I stay on command
Don't stop moving
Or I'll go pass your hands

I fear only 3 lines, an awkward line,
a puma, and two diamonds
I have many different names
But, means the same on every highland

I am one of the oldest and newest things
I have many different styles of textures.
I swoosh, I swing, I bing, and ring
I make different noises but at the end it ding

We play with power and soul
We move as one as I roll
We continue down the field
You passes me all over and a little after
       You hear GOAL!!!!