Celebration

Celebration

When I pop it on myself
I enter the skin of the lion.
To scare goalkeepers,
I become the champion.

When I play in defence,
Strikers only worth ten cents
But I can do that only
Thanks to my jersey.

I can do incredible passes,
And score divine goals.
But I can do that only
Thanks to my jersey.

When I score a goal,
Celebration moment arrives.
A dab, a flip, a twirl, a dance,
But just in this circumstance!

My jersey smells like France
It feels like marking history
It tastes like chance
And whispers victory.