Seven Thousand Miles of Zero

[Verse 1] Seven thousand miles on a long-haul flight, Just to lose your pride in the middle of the night. You arrived as a debutant, full of that hype, But you’re just a fruit that was far from ripe. Zero points in the bag, packing up the suitcases, I see the 7,000-mile stare on your faces. You didn’t come to compete, you came to assist, The easiest fixture that could ever exist. [Chorus] Fifty years of waiting! Since seventy-four! DR Congo couldn't even find the door! Then you showed up, the charity crew, Three goals conceded—they were waiting for YOU! Zero points earned, minus seven on the board, The loudest humiliation the Cup could afford! [Verse 2] Chasing the game? That’s a funny old joke, In the second half, your entire line broke. Forty-five minutes of running in place, Zero shots on target—a total disgrace! The keeper was lonely, he had nothing to do, While the Group K 'get-right' game was you. From Tashkent to the bottom, a record-breaking fall, You traveled half the world not to play any ball. [Bridge] Minus seven GD, let that number sink in, Not a single moment where you looked like you’d win. You broke a drought that was older than your coach, A fifty-year gift that no one can reproach. [Outro] Seven thousand miles. Zero points. Zero shots on target. Thanks for the visit, Uzbekistan. Don't let the hangar door hit you on the way out.