The Final

Where 32 stood, now just 2 remain, 
To battle for victory,to battle through pain,

Big teams and bigger names,
Failed to hold on to shattered dreams, 

New heroes made,New names forged, 
In our minds they are forever lodged, 

The Wall of Mexico, The Team from Rica, 
The Extraordinary Dribbler from Columbia,

The Swiss winger,The Flying Dutchman, 
A Brazilian trickster,A Portuguese hitman, 

All showed a burning fire, 
Forged by will and fueled by desire, 

But now they take a back seat, 
For now two giants of the game meet, 

One a team of ruthless efficiency, 
The other with a player of unmatched supremacy, 

The stage is set, the venue Brazil, 
For an epic battle of power and skill, 

In the end when finally the whistle does blow, 
One nation shall weep,the other roar!