Brood and Backstrike

(whoa-oh-oh) Lacing up the boots under Saturday skies Just a kid from the

blocks with the spark in his eyes

Chasing after shadows on a patch of dead green

Dreaming of the lights like I'm on a big screen

From the gravel to the grass where the history lies

Every heavy hit only made me rise Now the whistle is blowing,

the crowd starts to roar

Under the stadium lights we run

Living the game till the day is done Through the sweat and

the pain, we chase the glory

Write it in gold,

this is our story (whoa-oh-oh)

Now my knees are heavy and the years start to show But

the magic on the pitch is the only life I know

Passed the torch to the young ones holding up the flame It

was never about money,

it was always for the game

Under the stadium lights we run

Living the game till the day is done Through the sweat and

the pain, we chase the glory

Write it in gold,

this is our story (whoa-oh-oh)

Ninety minutes on the clock goes by so fast Make every single

second feel like it's the last (hear the crowd

roar!)

We wrote it in gold...

This was our story. (whoa-oh-oh)