The Eleven Minute Meltdown

[Verse 1] 'Maple Messi' hype, yeah we heard all the talk, But against the Swiss watch, you couldn't even walk. Seventy percent! Look at the board and the stats, Switzerland held the ball, you were chasing like cats. First half dominance, a masterclass clinic, Turning every believer into a cold-hearted cynic. [Chorus] Eleven minutes! That’s all that it took, To wipe that smug smile and that confident look. Sold out BC Place just to watch the Swiss cheer, Winning Group B while you’re drowning in beer. Lost your home-field edge, now you’re flying to LA, Canada’s pride just got thrown all away! [Verse 2] Eleven minutes, count ‘em: e-le-ven, buddy, Your defensive line left your reputation muddy. Two goals conceded in a blink of an eye, Watch the red-and-white dream simply crumble and dry. Sixty thousand fans paid to see you get schooled, Thinking you’d win? Man, you really were fooled. [Bridge] Seventy percent possession—did you touch it at all? The 'Nati' was clinical, they made you look small. No Vancouver noise for the next knockout round, You’re booking a flight while they’re owning your ground. [Outro] Group B belongs to the Swiss, eh? Enjoy the middle seat to California. Pack your 'Maple Messi' tissues, you're gonna need 'em. Eleven minutes. Total. Collapse. Swiss timing. Canadian whining.