Beneath the stars, the pitch gleams bright,
Eleven souls with dreams take flight,
The whistle blows, the game begins,
A dance of fate where no one wins.

The crowd roars loud, hearts in sync,
In unity, no thoughts to think,
Just passion pure, and skill refined,
In every movement, joy defined.

The ball’s swift arc, a gleaming flash,
Defenders in a desperate dash,
A striker’s shot, the net’s embrace,
A moment frozen, time and space.

As shadows stretch and night grows deep,
The players’ love for football keep,
In every pass and every cheer,
The spirit of the game is clear.