[Intro - Bright Rock'n'Roll Guitar Riff] [Fast Live Drums Enter] [Playful, Excited Energy] All week long I kicked that ball, against the fence, against the wall. Saturday came - my boots were tied, number on my back and fire inside. [Verse 1 - Bouncy Pop-Punk Groove, Conversational Vocal] I’d watched those games from the sideline grass, watched every tackle, every pass. Then coach looked down and called my name: “Come on, kid - get in the game!” My heart went bang, my knees went weak, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I hit the field and ran around, chasing every moving sound. [Pre-Chorus - Playful Build, Drums Push Forward] Left a little, right a little, back again and through the middle. Where’s the ball? Where should I be? Everybody runs faster than me! [Chorus - Big Sing-Along, Gang Vocals, Driving Guitars] Run, little man, run! Your big day has begun! Boots on the grass, sun in your eyes, this could be your big surprise! Run, little man, run! Show them how it’s done! You waited so long for your chance to shine - maybe today is finally your time! [Short Rock'n'Roll Guitar Fill] [Verse 2 - Driving Groove, Growing Excitement] Then out of nowhere came the ball, rolling free beyond them all. Straight to my feet - no time to think, one little touch and gone in a blink. [Drums Intensify, Bass Driving Harder] I heard them shouting from behind, but glory had already filled my mind. Open grass and open sky, one lonely keeper - him and I! [Pre-Chorus - Rapid Build, Exaggerated Heroic Sports-Movie Energy] Faster, faster, what a run! Look at me - I’m number one! One more touch, I’m almost there, I can taste it in the air! [Chorus - Huge, Triumphant, Gang Vocals] Run, little man, run! Your big moment has come! Boots on the grass, fire in your eyes, here comes your big surprise! Run, little man, run! Show them how it’s done! You waited so long for your chance to shine - and now the whole damn field is mine! [Instrumental Break - Drums and Guitar Accelerate the Tension] [Brief Rising Guitar Feedback] [Everything Builds Toward the Shot] [Half-Spoken, Breathless] One step... Two steps... I pulled my leg back - [Full Band Impact] BANG! [Massive Shouted Vocal] GOOOOOOOAL! [INSTANT FULL BAND STOP] [Several Seconds of Awkward Silence] [Quiet Spoken Vocal] ... Why is nobody cheering? [Verse 3 - Sparse Bass and Muted Guitar, Confused Vocal] The keeper stared. The coach turned white. My teammates froze. Something wasn’t right. [Drums Barely Re-Enter] I raised my hands... Then dropped them slow. [Pause] And suddenly... I knew. [Bridge - Minimal Instrumentation, Deadpan Vocal, Space Between Lines] Wrong keeper. [Pause] Wrong net. [Pause] Wrong way. [Longer Pause] Oh no. [Single Guitar Chord] Coach put me in defence today. [Brief Silence] [Final Chorus - FULL BAND EXPLOSION, Fast, Joyfully Ironic, Gang Vocals] Run, little man, run! Look what you have done! Perfect shot and perfect line - shame the bloody goal was mine! Run, little man, run! Your football life’s begun! Your very first match, your very first show - [Band Drops Out Except Drums] YOUR VERY FIRST... [Full Band Crash, Gang Shout] OWN GOAL! [Outro - Loose Rock'n'Roll Groove] [Spoken, Sheepish] The crowd finally cheered. [Pause] Well... Some of them did. [Short Dirty Rock'n'Roll Guitar Sting] [Gang Shout] Oi!
