In Glorious Triumph

In Glorious Triumph

The pitch ablaze, a clash fierce in course,
Tottenham’s hope ignited by fatal strike,
Pedro Porro’s feet, a dance of sheer force,
As Burnley’s dreams crumble, fragile and slight.

A thunderous roar, a symphony untamed,
The ball in flight, a comet crossing the sky,
Porro, like a maestro, the game he claimed,
And into the fourth round, the Lilywhites fly.

Defenders deceived, the net trembles and moans,
Porro’s goal, a masterpiece of desire,
The faith of Spurs illumines the unknown,
Their spirits ablaze, their hearts set afire.

Oh, Tottenham’s fervor, unmatched and divine,
Their journey continues, like a river’s swell,
In this sacred cup, destiny intertwines,
As their valor in victory forever shall dwell.