Monday, February 3, 2025

Champions



     We are the winners
     We want it all
     Both saints and sinners
      We'll never fall.

     We play for glory
     We fight with pride
     Each game's a story
     And a joyride.

    Each goal we score
    Brings us delight
     But we want more
     To prove our might.

     And if we lose
     We won't despair
     Won't feel the blues
     Up in the air.

     We will return
     Trophies our aim
     Young hearts that burn
     For the great game!
     
      

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