Yeah, check the scoreboard.

Yeah, check the scoreboard. Fresh on the pitch, boots laced tight. We don't just play the game, we define it. Let’s get it. First whistle blows, now I’m haunting the lane, Foot on the ball like I’m Pirlo, controlling the brain. Ten toes in the trench, I’m putting in laps, While you’re stuck on the bench, just watching the maps. I’m cold on the pen, yeah, Cole Palmer with the shiver, When I step to the spot, I’m known to deliver. I’m Sterling with the movement, Haaland with the power, Dominating the field, every minute, every hour. Top bin, back of the net—yeah, that’s the mission, Playing the beautiful game with surgical precision. Joga Bonito, moving like a icon, Hitting the Sewyy when the lights are turned on. From the block to the stadium, we’re hunting the gold, This is soccer, the greatest story ever told. (Verse 2) My stats says a nine, but I’m pushing for ten, I’m all about goals like I’m Messi again. They try to cross me? I’m upfront with the strike, Uniting with the squad, yeah, we do what we like. Defenders are washed, leaving states like Kaká, I’m a nightmare in the box, call me the goal-scoring star. No diving allowed, we lead the attack, Like Trent on the right, I’m never looking back. (Outro) Game over. Three points in the bag.