Ninety-Two Minutes of Nothing

[Verse 1] Fourteen shots and not a single one hit home, Dancing in the tunnel just to end up all alone. You thought the diski magic had the rhythm and the flow, But fourteen chances later, you still got zero to show. Fourteen times you knocked, but nobody let you in, Now the history books are written with your biggest sin. [Chorus] The first to lose the Round of 32, that’s your name, Ninety-two minutes in, and you’ve choked the game. Ninety-two! Ninety-two! The clock hit the red, Canada slammed the door while your dreams went to bed. A record for the losers, a record for the weak, The biggest stage of all and your boots couldn't speak. [Verse 2] Seven saves for Williams, yeah he tried to hold the line, Stretching for the glory, looking almost divine. But then comes the volley, from a guy in the MLS? A Sunday league finish left your defense in a mess. Seven saves are nothing when you're beaten by a spark, From a man playing soccer in a North American park. [Bridge] Knockout stage debut, a moment meant for pride, But you’re the first to exit with nowhere left to hide. No more "eish", no more noise, no more "sharp-sharp" talk, Just a long, quiet flight and a very lonely walk. [Outro] Ninety-two minutes. First ones out the door. Fourteen shots of nothing. Don't come back for more.