Watch as they move
In well coordinated choreographed delightful patterns
As they trace their paths in attack and defence
Producing sweet touches of smooth skills
True nourishment to our ocular organs
Hearken the drum and cymbal sounds
Of our mighty thundering fans
As they sing and cheer and clap
Through the many many minutes of anxiety
Pleasing our warriors with their harmonious melodies of endless ecstasy
Feel the pulses of young and old alike
Feel skin surfaces contract and heart rates surge
As the opponents lunge in dangerous menacing attacks
Feel our delightful upswelling passions
As the global leather rolls into the net and our men wear their crowns
Ayeeko to The The Black Satellites for winning the golden fleece
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