FOOTBALL IS HERE.
The round leather is about to kiss the green grasses.
The whistle is about to take the staff of authority,
As the game that takes men back to their childhood days
Where tears drop like rain from their eyes, begins.

Here, brotherhood is not by blood but by colour of a shirt
And the batch of the team worn by the fellow seated next to you.
Rivalry takes the centre stage as friendship
Is put to bed for more than 90minutes.

Here, our emotions are beclouded by the love of our colour
And Each week holds a story that will be told for centuries.