Under the lights where banners wave
A team stands strong, steady and brave.
Eleven hearts beat, excitement grows
Their rivalry begins when the whistle blows.

The keeper guards the net with pride.
A silent net that no threat can slide.
The defenders charge with fearless might.
Turning the chaos into a fight.

Midfielders weave with happiness and grace.
They play their game and control their pace.
Their vision pierces the narrowest line.
With every goal they score, a new grand design.

They fall, they rise, they lose, they win.
But don’t ever let the skill grow thin.
In their huddles hands held tight.
They chase their dreams beneath the light

The most important thing is to have fun.
After that the rivalry’s are done.
When the whistle blows, ninety minutes done.
Their friendship and respect develops on.