The One Point Shambles

[Verse 1] Check the board, it’s a total eclipse, Three matches deep and you’re biting your lips. One lonely point is the whole of your take, A flight back to Prague for your own dignity’s sake. You talk about history, you talk about pride, But there’s nowhere for these eleven to hide. Zero-point-four-seven xG on the screen, The weakest performance the Cup’s ever seen. [Chorus] Thirteen shots and you couldn't find the net, The most embarrassing exit we’ve witnessed yet! Zero to three! Yeah, the green flags fly, While you’re waving the big stage a pathetic goodbye. Zero to three! Zero to three! Bullied by a toddler and a pensioner’s knee! [Verse 2] Thirteen attempts and you hit the crowd’s beer, One shot on target? You’re barely even here. Mexico’s clinical, one-point-seven-nine, They carved through your middle and broke every line. A seventeen-year-old child gave you the run, Playing with statues just for the fun. You’re heavy and slow, you’re stuck in the mud, While the youth of Mexico’s tasting your blood. [Bridge] Then the ultimate insult, the cherry on top, When the pace of the game came to a complete stop. Forty-year-old Ochoa comes on for a stroll, A victory lap while you’ve got no control. He’s old enough to be your striker’s dad, Taking the mick while you’re looking this bad. [Outro] One point in the pocket, thirteen shots wide, No goals in the locker, no place for your pride. Mexico’s dancing, you’re catching the train, Don't bother coming to the big stage again. Zero to three. Jog on.