You are the are the shirt that is full of pride
Worn by eleven different enthusiastic players
While the glove on the goalkeeper is getting hammered
The crowd groans louder and louder.

You are the white sphere on the expanse of green
Waiting for the whistle to be blown
As the middle of Wembley Stadium the sun shines bright.
You are the net getting smashed With my free-kick shot While the fans mingled together across home and away.