In the center of the field stands the favorite player The ball comes floating in They say a silent prayer for him Fifty yards away A minute left to go The reflex at his watch He cuts into the right Gets past a defender A blur of blue and white The moment has suspended in time One man left to beat He can see the goalkeeper's eyes There's magic in his feet And a single ray, of sunlight Reaches down to touch, the golden boy Seems to light his way, towards the net In his mind, he sees the headlines In the morning newspaper. This'll be a day, they won't forget Now he's on his own Completely in control of it all The shot comes flying in Headed for the corner of the goal Bounces off the post He watches as it falls, oh-ohh Everyone will say "He should have pa**ed the ball" Now the crowd has gone The stadium is empty Several hundred times He will watch the replay on TV Many years from now When his name's recalled Everyone will say "He should have pa**ed the ball" He should have pa**ed the ball