The grass beneath, a vibrant green,
Where dreams are chased, where hope is seen.
The ball rolls on, a dance so pure,
A game that hearts forever cure.

The crowd’s roar, a thunderous cheer,
With every goal, the end draws near.
Eleven souls, a single quest,
To be the champions, to be the best.

The striker’s gaze, the keeper’s dive,
In this arena, they feel alive.
The clock ticks on, the pressure heights,
Each moment counts, under the lights.

The final whistle, the game is done,
A match well-fought, a battle won.
In hearts of many, the flame ignites,
Forever burning, the football nights.