The Race for the Cup
High above the Cup glows golden and bright
An inspiration full of courage so pure, a race which is so tight
The stadium cheers the drums beat loud
As strong opponents on the field abound
Brazil dances on the pitch with ease
As fast as lightning in a breeze
Their passing game is brilliant light
They play with passion all day just right
Argentina struggles with pride 
Their faithful supporters on their heels
With fearless shots and sheer class
They aim for the cup in all clashes, iso close it feels 
France comes with power and strength
They know everything without any length
They play with cooperation and defence
They make every game so unbelievably tense.
England dreams of winning the game
With hopeful hearts of courageous fame
Their young stars rise like the morning sun
Thinking at last that they can be number one
So which team wins this golden prize?
The secret waits beneath the open skies.
The team that battles and doesn’t give up
Can raise the Cup and into history they will rise.
Ahmed Khan & Ahmad Jimeel
Football Geography
All the way from Canada’s cold
to the dry deserts of Mexico
is where we host the game that never can grow old
that is presented on every sports show
flags of every single colour waving
people of every single race cheering
starts with the national anthem sung
ends in New York with the whistle blown
celebrated by ages old to young
teammates will never leave each other alone
one kick could make or break the dream
at the end there can only be one team
at the end it could come down to five kicks
fans hold their breath, hoping it’s enough
and hope could burn out like a candle wick
some cheer some cry for the team they love
one team is destroyed the other stands tall
the cup will be in one hand after a good game of football
Eesaa Plummer	
The World Waits
from the coldness of Canada,
To the games in Nevada,
In the fierce heat in Mexico,
to the fans when they score a goal
all the world will be together,
only happens once every four years,
James Weaver	
SUMMER OF ROARS
The world cup’s in cool North America now,
There’s people coming in from everywhere
In Mexico the crowds are shouting loud
With Canada there’s pride out in the air
The USA has big and busy grounds
With fans who want their amazing team to win
You hear the chants and all wondrous sounds
As every match is full of hope within
The ball just rolls, then suddenly it’s fast,
One goal and everyone just starts to shout,
Time feels so slow but also doesn’t last,
You kind of forget what’s going on around.
The final whistle blows, it’s finally done,
But no one leaves quite feeling all alone.
Ojas Kawle
World Audience
From Azteca’s heights to northern snow,
A billion hearts begin to glow.
Three giant nations, one grand stage,
A brand-new football history page.
From Canada’s pine, the whistle blows,
Through the States where the river flows,
To Mexico’s roar in the sun-baked heat,
The world unites at the players’ feet.
Forty-eight nations, a grand new scale,
Over hill and mountain, pitch and trail.
In the summer breeze, the banners fly,
As the beautiful game takes to the sky.
A hundred matches, a month of sweat,
With glory bound in a knotted net.
So let the chant and the drum beat loud,
Under the sun of an endless crowd.
Aayan Akhtar
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