By: Gus Victoria
Glory on the pitch,
The sport of empire
Stands now proudly
The sport of the world,
The ball is round
The dreams are vast
That move boss,
Inspire the worker,
And know no class.
Flags and crests,
Hearts in swollen chests
Beat with the rhythm of struggle,
With the hope of victory.
Between two poles
The net stands ready
To receive that mark of honor,
That goal,
The glory on the pitch.
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