We found our voices
amidst the jeers and cheers
of the fans
a simple band of brothers
with mutual respect for one another
brought together
by the hope of drinking
from the same cup!
Driven by the joyful noise
of jubilation,
chants and ululation
from the crowd
attesting their love both
for us and the game
with one or two faces
from the crowd
urging the team
to carry on!
Sharing in on the collective
mutual feeling of suspense
displayed upon
the faces of every fan
when taking a penalty,
free & corner kick!
& in what would seem
like eternity,
hopes of marching on
in search of that vital goal!
Carefully knit on our kit
is our banner
reminding us to
learn to 'assist' one another
because coach
would always remind
us that:
A win for one
is a win for us all!
So, in simple regiments
of 4-4-2,4-5-1, and 4-3-3
formations we strove
for total domination!
And, as our fame grew
we always knew
that it was all thanks
to the millions of fans
around the globe
those who revere us
as legendary
and even consider
us to be descendants
of the gods
despite the fact that,
we were just mere mortals!
But, before we could
let it all go to our heads
We calmed ourselves down
in the quietness
of the locker rooms when
coach would remind us that:
WE WERE JUST A SIMPLE BAND
OF BROTHERS!
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