Captain Beckham wins the toss,
All fans hope it’s a lucky sign,
Boy wonder is in the starting line,
All fans see it as lucky sign.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
Minute after minute passes by,
England can not find,
The back of Ecuadorian net.
Fan in the ground begin the chant,
England! England! England!
Fans in pubs, clubs, homes in England,
And watching on giant screens in Germany join.
Forty-five minutes of,
Prove to be fruitless,
At half time still nil – nil.
Free kick close to the Ecuadorian goal,
On the hour,
Beckham steps up,
All England fans hold their breath,
Can Beckham bend?
The ball curls majestically over the wall,
Bending all the time into to the near corner,
The fans in stadium, pubs, clubs and homes erupted!
How many more goals will England,
One, two, three,
Fans waited, waited and waited,
Hoping, praying for the elusive second goal,
Which never came.
After 3o minutes of sheer torture,
The final whistle,
Relief and delight,
And are in the quarter finals.
Players and fans embrace,
Can they like the heroes of 1966?
Bring home the cup.