On fields of green where dreams are made,
The echoes of the crowd cascade.
With every kick and every cheer,
We chase the glory year by year.

Beneath the lights, the players strive,
To keep the competition alive.
The sweat and grit, the endless run,
They battle on until it’s won.

The whistle blows, the game is tight,
Each moment filled with pure delight.
With every pass and every goal,
The spirit soars, it takes its toll.

And when the final whistle sounds,
Victors bask in cheering grounds.
But win or lose, the heart remains,
For sports ignite the soul’s refrains.